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 Gramps Moves In

   By

   Earl de Vere



   Mom convinced me and my wife, Anna, to let Gramps, Mom's father, move in
with us.  I was later told that she had a much harder time convincing him
to move in with us.  He loved living alone.  It was a good deal for us,
because he paid the rent and utilities in exchange for a roof over his head
and food on the table.  But he also wound up doing most of the cooking and
cleaning and the taking care of our 7-year-old daughter, Electra.  Gramps
had some quirks we had to tolerate.  His room was his domain, where he was
always naked.  He wore a robe with no underwear around the house.  We were
not barred from entering his room.  We were welcomed in his little domain
as long as we accepted his nudity.

   Mom and Dad and Anna are always on my case to get a job.  I try, but
never seem to get past the first interview, when I'm lucky enough to get an
interview.  The few jobs that I've had never lasted very long.  I seem to
have personality clashes with bosses.  Anna worked as a motel maid from 8
AM till noon and was a waitress at the motel coffee shop from noon until
3PM.  Or that's what she did until Gramps took us out to dine at a few
expensive restaurants, and told Anna to watch the waitresses and learn what
they do.

   My wife isn't the brightest person you'll ever meet.  In fact, she's
just a dumb blonde - a space cadet.  God gave her big boobs and a little
brain, but I didn't marry her for her brains.  I married her because I
knocked her up when I was 18 and she was 14, and had the choice between
marriage and prison.  But Gramps didn't treat her like she was dumb.  He
talked to her like she was as intelligent as him, which is weird, because
Mom and Dad say that he has a genius IQ, and that's why he's so weird. 
They say that there's a fine line between genius and insanity, and he
sometimes slips over the line.  Anyway, she starts cleaning up her act. 
She looked sexy again, like she did when I first fucked her.

   Gramps told her that she was pretty and funny and lovable, and said that
she would make big time tips at a real restaurant.  The next thing I know,
she's bringing home more money than we ever had before.  The first night
that she came home from work, she pulled a huge wad of bills out of her
purse and flung it in the air, scattering the money all over the living
room.  I was down on my knees, picking up the money and counting it when I
noticed Anna hugging and kissing Gramps, and thanking him, like the job was
the greatest gift on earth.  I couldn't tell for sure, but, for a minute I
thought that he was holding her ass cheeks.  She kissed him on the mouth,
and I thought I saw some tongue action.  But Mom had warned Anna that
Gramps was a hugger and kisser.  I started watching them more closely.

   She started getting flirtier with Gramps, who had always flirted with
her.  But he's always flirted with every female he's ever met for as long
as I can remember.  I mean, it's totally and disgustingly obscene the way
he flirts with Mom - his own fucking daughter - for Christ's sake.  I
expected him to flirt with my wife.  That was no surprise.  Anna blushed
and ducked her head a lot at first, but she didn't complain, and Mom said
that Anna was really enjoying the attention, you know, like I never paid
any attention to my own wife.  What surprised me was how quickly Anna
started flirting back.  Then she started teasing him, like with sexy poses
and wiggling her ass at him sometimes.  Once, I heard her say, "Wanna pet
my pussy, Gramps?"

   I rushed into the living room to see him only petting a kitten that was
curled up between her thighs.  Anna saw my expression, and cracked up. 
"Oh, Gramps, you should have seen the look on Carl's face!" and they
laughed at me, saying that I had a dirty mind.  Later, I saw him pat her on
the ass.  Did she slap the shit out of the horny old fart?  No!  She gives
him a saucy over-the-shoulder look and winks at him.  Both of them knew
that I saw, but acted like it was no big deal.  What could I do.  If I kick
the bastard out of the house, we'll have to pay the rent and utilities, and
couldn't afford to go out and party with our friends.  With Gramps there,
we don't have to pay a babysitter, but that meant that we had to entrust
our little girl to a known dirty old man who calls her "Foxy and a "Sex
Pot," and lets her dress like a slutty rock star.

   I've told them that I don't think that a 7-year-old girl should be
wearing those clothes in public places, especially at school, but Gramps
and Anna said that there was nothing wrong with the way she dressed.  I
mean, she even got sent home from school once.  Did they learn their
lesson? No!  Gramps raised hell and proved that Electra never violated the
dress code.  I mean, he took our daughter to the school board meeting,
dressed like a little fucking whore.  Gramps read the dress code aloud, and
pointed out that her attire was within the written guidelines.  In less
than five minutes, Mr.  Martin, the superintendent, and all of the school
board members were apologizing to Electra.  The superintendent personally
apologized to her after the meeting adjourned.

   The meeting had been so long and boring, that I had dozed off.  When I
awoke, Mr.  Martin was squatting in front of Electra, who was standing
between his legs, with her arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek. 
"She's an unusually affectionate child," Gramps said.  "And very
precocious, as you may have noticed." For a fraction of a second, I thought
I saw Electra grinding her crotch against the superintendent's groin.

   I started hanging around the house more to see him with Electra.  Since
the day he moved in, I spent a lot of time out looking for a job during the
day.  When I stayed in the house, Gramps would try to help me in my quest
for gainful employment.  He helps me write resumes.  He gives me pointers
and suggestions and recommendations.  At least once a day, he e-mails links
to job openings.  You gotta relax once in a while, you know.  You can't
spend all of your time looking for a god damned job.  I sometimes visit
with friends and play games at the gaming store.  But I started spending a
little more time at home.  Electra loves Gramps, and has ever since her
second birthday party, which was the first time she ever saw him.  She was
always thrilled to hear that he was coming to visit.

   Electra and Gramps had two or three regular TV shows they would watch
together, with her sitting on his lap and wiggling around.  The first time
I saw it, I couldn't believe my eyes.  Once, he got up to get some soft
drinks out of the refrigerator.  He made no attempt to hide the fact that
he had a hard-on.  His robe tented out obscenely.  When he returned, the
tent was gone, and I breathed a sigh of relief until I realized that the
robe's belt was holding his enormous cock against his belly.  He sat, and
she jumped into his lap, and sat with her back to him.  She rested her back
against Gramps' erection, and moved like she was scratching her back
against a doorframe.  Anna was there and witnessed the whole thing, but
showed absolutely no concern.  Then, right after Anna left for work, he
said, "Hey, Sex Pot, go bug your daddy for a while.  I need to do some
writing." He went to his room, closed the door, and cranked up his stereo,
playing 1970s Rock `n' Roll.

   Electra sat in my lap and wiggled her butt around.  I'll admit that
watching them had given me one hell of a boner, and Electra's ass felt
really good.  She squirmed until my bulge nestled in her panty covered ass
crack.  God, it felt wonderful.  I had to get up, go to the bathroom and
jack off.  I took my pre-cum soaked jockey shorts off and dumped them in
the clothes hamper.  I then let my shorts hold my still hard cock against
my belly.

   "Here," Electra said.  "Get in Grampses lounger." I did as I was told. I
sat and leaned back.  I was shocked when the back suddenly fell all of the
way back.  Usually, you have to wrestle the bastards to get them to
recline. Before I recovered from the unexpected drop, Electra was on top of
me, giggling.  "Surprise!" she laughed.  "You didn't expect that.  Did
you?"

   "No...no, I didn't" I said, then gasped when I realized that she was
straddling me, her little panty-clad crotch riding my denim covered cock,
which exploded in my shorts.  Cum wicked up through the fabric, making a
huge wet spot that covered the entire front of my shorts.  I rushed to the
bathroom just as Gramps walked out and looked pointedly at my crotch.

   "The little minx has the same affect on me," he chuckled.

   After I finished cleaning up and changing clothes I went out to discover
that Electra was gone.  Was she in Gramps' room with him being totally
naked with a humongous hard-on rubbing against my daughter's cunt?  I
couldn't stop myself.  I snatched his door open and stepped in.  He sat his
workstation with his right hand on the keyboard and his left hand wrapped
around his cock.

   "Electra's gone next door to play with Tim," he said, getting up,
grabbing his coffee mug, and walking to his coffee bar, while gently
caressing his cock with his left hand.  Gramps refilled his mug, turned
around and leaned with his butt against the counter.  He looked at me,
smiling, sipping coffee and stroking his cock in silence, before saying
softly.  "How may I help you?"

   "I was just looking for Electra."

   "I don't mind you not knocking if you don't mind watching an old fart
play with his dick," He said casually.  "I retired from the newspaper
business.  Now, I write for the pure fun of it.  This is the way I write. I
jack off while visualizing various sensual scenarios.  Then jack off at
least once while writing the scene, and maybe again while proof reading."
Gramps could get weird, even without the help of pot, magic mushrooms or
peyote.  He returned to his workstation, sat, stared at the monitor, sipped
coffee and stroked his enormous cock.  It was like I was in a hypnotic
trance.  I couldn't take my eyes away from his hand, sliding slowly up and
down the 10 inch shaft.  He swiveled in the chair until he was directly
facing me.  "I love being watched and I love watching," He said pleasantly,
as though we were having a perfectly normal conversation.  "Would you like
to join me?  It's been a long time since I've had a jack-off buddy."

   "No!" I said, snapping out of my trance.  "Maybe some other time." Why
in hell did I say that?

   "I look forward to 'Some other time.' Whenever your ready, I'll be
ready."

   I backed out and closed the door.  I did want to stay and get naked and
jack off with my grandfather, and he knew that I wanted it.  I could tell
by the way he looked at me.  But that would be way too gay for me.  I left
the house and drove around for a couple of hours before deciding to visit
Mom to see if she would lend me a few bucks.  I never knock.  It's my home.
It will always be my home.

   "Oh God, Daddy, fuck me!" Mom moaned as I walked into the living room
and saw her straddling Gramps and rode his cock, which disappeared and
reappeared as Mom's ass bounced up and down.  Gramps saw me and grinned. 
Mom's head swiveled around and her mouth dropped open when she saw me
standing there in a state of shock.  She stood and spun around, facing me
and attempting to cover her crotch with her right hand, and her breasts
with her left hand and forearm.  "Oh, Carl, I...uh...I..."

   Gramps remained on his back on the floor, chuckling and stroking his
sopping wet cock.  "He caught us, Babe.  He saw us fucking and there's
nothing you can possibly say or do that will change that fact."

   She turned and stared at Gramps.  "Daddy!?!"

   "If Carl had come in five or ten seconds later, he would have witnessed
a magnificent mutual orgasm.  I was close, and I know you were about to
cum. Your cunt was quivering around my cock like it was plugged into a 220
volt outlet."

   "Daddy!"

   "Come on, Babe, you know that you want it.  Having your son watch will
only make it hotter."

   Mom was breathing harder.  She looked at me, then at gramps, then back
at me.  Her eyes brightened, and in a husky whisper, she said, "Your
grandfather is the best fuck I have ever experienced." She impaled her cunt
on his cock and resumed fucking with even more enthusiasm.

   "You can jack off," Gramps said.

   "Yes!" Mom rasped.  "Stand over here, where I can see you."

   Without thinking, I did as I was told.  Un-fucking-real.  I was standing
in the middle of our living room, masturbating and watching my grandfather
fuck my mother - his own daughter.

   She came.  He Came.  I came.  Boom-boom-boom.

   Gramps rolled Mom over onto her back and ate her pussy, lapping up his
own cum.

   "Eat me, Daddy.  Lick your cum out of my cunt.  Oh, yess.  I've missed
this so much.  I've missed your big cock and having you eat me after
fucking me.  Carlos won't eat me after he fucks me."

   Carlos is my father.  Carlos Bobadilla.  Actually, Carlos Bobadilla III.
I'm Carlos Bobadilla IV.

   "Honey," Gramps said.  "You know how much I love eating freshly-fucked
cum-filled cunt.  It would be incredibly erotic to lick my grandson's semen
out of my daughter's pussy."

   Mom made a gasping-whimpering sound.  I thought that I was going to cum
again.

   Gramps gave Mom another orgasm.  Put on his shorts, shirt and sandals,
and left, saying, "Carl is a wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am fucker.  He
desperately needs love-making lessons.  I'll leave you two alone to sort
things out."

   My father was away, supervising some sort of construction project that
he had helped design, and wouldn't return for at least a week.  Mom spent
that night, the next day and the next night teaching me how to pleasure a
woman.  I fucked my mother's cunt, mouth and ass in every possible
position.I sucked her titties and ate her pussy, following her instructions
the whole time.  She taught me that there was a lot more to eating pussy
than just licking and tongue-fucking.  She taught me the importance of
foreplay, and how to make it last until I could restrain myself any longer.
I learned how to postpone orgasms.  By the time we showered and dressed to
go back to my house, I was no longer a wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am fucker.  I
was an experienced lover with a whole new respect for the human body and
sensuality.

   I returned home the morning after the lessons, but Anna wasn't in our
bedroom.  I heard the sounds of passion coming from Gramps' room.  His door
was wide open.  The old bastard was fucking my wife.

   "What the hell?" I snapped, barging into the room.

   "What the hell do you mean, what the hell?" Anna retorted.  "If it's
okay for you to fuck your mother, then it's okay for me to fuck your
grandfather."

   I took a step closer to them, trying to look as menacing as possible. 
I'm at least three inches taller, 60 pounds heavier, 40 years younger, and
a lot stronger than Gramps, but he just smiled at me.  He wasn't afraid. 
Hell, he wasn't even nervous.  He was lying there completely naked,
smiling. But there was something in his eyes that I had never seen before.
He sized me up, and knew without a doubt that he could take me.  I had
never been in a real fist fight, and I had heard that he had been quite a
brawler in his younger days.

   "Relax, Carl, Your mother's giving you long overdue love-making lessons,
and I'm taking care of Anna's education," he said.  "Believe me, kid, your
sex life is about to get much better than you ever imagined."

   "Mommy.  Gramps.  I'm home!" Electra shouted as the front door banged
open.

   Anna and Gramps slipped their robes on and rushed out to meet her.  She
launched herself into Gramps' arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and
her legs around his waist.  His hands cupped her butt under her skirt.

   "It feels like someone forgot to put her panties on this morning," he
said.

   "Did not!" Electra retorted.

   "It certainly feels like a bare ass under here," he chuckled.

   Anna raised the skirt, and we saw Gramps' hands fondling our 7-year-old
daughter's bare buttocks with two fingers touching her pussy.

   "I didn't forget to put panties on," she giggled, wiggling her butt
against her great grandfather's hands.  "I don't want to wear panties."

   "Well, I can understand that," he laughed.  "I don't want to wear
underwear either."

   "Me neither," Anna giggled, dropping Electra's skirt hem and quickly
opening and closing her robe and closing, flashing her daughter.

   Electra gyrated her ass against Gramps' hands, obviously enjoying the
molestation.

   I was about to object when Gramps handed her to me, saying, "Hold her
while I cook breakfast."

   Electra hugged me and wiggled her butt, which naturally seated itself in
my hands.  God, her little ass felt so good.  I gently kneaded her buttocks
and she purred like a kitten being petted.  My middle right finger touched
her puffy little pussy mound, and I felt her move against it.  I rubbed her
pussy and she smiled and wiggled some more.  My finger traced her little
slit.  Again, there was an encouraging reaction.  The finger slowly slid
into the slit until it found the the hole.  I inserted to the first knuckle
and she began to discretely grind against my hand.  purring and giggling.
My finger moved rhythmically in and out, and her movements met mine.  I
plunged my finger deeper, and she screamed.

   "Oow!  Dad-dy!  That hurt!"

   Anna snatched Electra away from me and demanded, "What did you do?"

   Electra whined, "Daddy popped my cherry!"

   "It hurts, Gramps.  It stings," She whimpered.  "Kiss it and make it
feel better."

   My grandfather laid my 7-year-old daughter on the kitchen table and
performed cunnilingus while my wife stroked Electra's hair and made
soothing sounds, "It's going to be all right, Baby.  Gramps will make it
feel all better."

   From the way Electra acted, I was certain that it wasn't the first time
that my grandfather ate my daughters pussy.  I knew exactly what he was
doing to my little girl's pussy.  He was doing what Mom taught me to do to
her pussy.  After having two intense orgasms and nearly passing out,
Electra reovered, and went out to play, still wearing the shirt, skirt and
no panties.

   I was still in a daze, and hornier than hell when Mom arrived.  "Can I
fuck you, Mom?" I asked.

   "Not today, Son," she said.  "Anna, Electra and I are going to spend the
weekend with Anna's mother in Houston." And soon, they were gone.

   Gramps went to his room and cranked up the music.  He didn't close the
door.  For the rest of the day and that night, I resisted the urge to go
into his room and be his jack off buddy.  But, by late morning the
following day, my horniness overcame my inhibitions, and I entered his
room.

   I looked at the monitor and saw a page full of text under the title:
"The First Time My Daughter Sucked My Cock."

   "It's just the working title." Gramps said.  "It's a work in progress -
the first rough draft of the first chapter."

   "How many times do you write a chapter?" I asked.

   "I have no idea how many times I've written and re-written and
re-re-written several different first chapters of my first unfinished novel
over the past 30 years."

   I wasn't really listening to him.  I was reading the story on the screen
as he slowly scrolled down, deleting and adding words and phrases.  The
scrolling stopped when the text became very hot, as the little
seven-year-old wrapped both tiny hands around her father's hard throbbing,
pre-cum coated cock, and energetically jacked him off while emitting
squeals of delight.

   I squirmed in my chair, trying to release the pressure on my erection.

   "Feel free to join me, Carl," Gramps said, stroking his cock.  faster.

   "Wow!" I said.

   "I'll bet your cock is really suffering right now," he said.

   Suddenly, the restrictive pain was unbearable, and I quickly freed my
dick and rubbed it.  I resumed reading while stroking my cock, and realized
that I was reading about my mother when she was a child.

   I shot a look at Gramps and he laughed.  "What color is the little
girl's hair?  Is she slender?  Plump?  Fat?  You don't know, because I
rarely use physical description.  I want my readers see whoever they want
to see in the scene.  You see whoever you want to see."

   Did I really want to see my mother as a little girl, jacking off my
grandfather as a young man?  I reread the scene, forcing Mom out of my
mind, and seeing my little girl with my cock in her hands.

   Gramps was now jacking off in earnest and I joined him.  "God, I've
missed having a jack-off buddy."

   He jacked off, watching me jack off, watching me watching him jacking
off.  We were sitting in chairs, facing each other, practically
knee-to-knee.  I came on myself, and Gramps came on me.

   "That was fun," he said.  "We'll be doing this often.  Jacking off on
each other - jacking each other off."

   I wanted to say, `No !' but said, "Yeah!" with a lot more enthusiasm
than intended.

   "I knew that you would like the idea of us masturbating each other as
much as I do." He stood, with his semi-turgid cock about two feet away from
my face.  "Go ahead," he said.  "You can feel it and hold it.  You know
that you want to, and you know that I know that you want to play with my
cock."

   It was like I had no self-control.  His voice wasn't commanding.  It was
soft and warm and inviting It was like the sane me was curled up in a fetal
position at the back of my head, and helplessly watching events unfold
through my eyes.  I watched my hand reach out and grasp the cock, and
stroke it.  It moved closer and closer to my face.

   Gramps' hands caressed my head as he said, "Suck it, Carl.  Suck my
cock."

   His cock was in my mouth and I sucked.  It seemed like the natural thing
to do.

   "You're very good, Boy," Gramps sighed.  "A natural born cocksucker,
just like your mother."

   I knew that I should object to being called a cocksucker, but the word
somehow didn't seem so degrading when he said it.  In fact, being called a
cocksucker excited me, and I sucked more enthusiastically.

   I heard girlish giggling, and turned to see Electra, Anna and Mom
standing in the doorway.  It turned out that my father-in-law gave my
mother-in-law a surprise cruise for her birthday, so Mom, Anna and Electra
came back home.

   "Daddy's a cocksucker!" Electra squealed in delight, as Gramps pumped
cum all over my face.

   "Honey," Gramps said to my mother, "I do believe that your son inherited
your talent for fellatio."

   "Fell..a..what?" my daughter asked.

   "Cock sucking," Gramps said.  "Your father, your grandmother, your great
grandmother, and your great-great grandmother are all wonderful
fellationists - cocksuckers - and I'm certain that you will be also."

   "I wish I could have watched from the beginning," my wife sighed.

   "Me too!" my daughter giggled.

   "You're in luck, Ladies," Gramps said, going to his keyboard.  "We have
video."

   The video started and I saw myself enter the room.  It was almost an
out-of-body experience, watching myself and watching my mother, wife and
daughter watching the video me.  Then Gramps knelt before me, took my
throbbing cock into his mouth and sucked me off.  Soon, Mom, Anna and
Electra were in a lesbian menage a trois.  My cock erupted violently into
my grandfather's mouth and he expertly swallowed it all.
   Life is good.