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Use asstr.org's address as the return address on the outside of the envelope and send it! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY SILLY PERVERTED HEART. SAY YES TO FREE SPEECH AND SUPPORT ASSTR! FERTILEMIND Disclaimer Please be aware that the story you are about to read is fiction it bears no resemblance to any event past or present. The Author does not in any way condone the activities referred to in his story and all events are pure fantasy. PLEASE NOTE The story codes and this disclaimer relate to this and subsequent chapters of this story. Enjoy. Coming Home Ch.1 Part 2 Monday Night By FertileMind Jennet did indeed have a very difficult time getting through dinner that evening. As she ate she kept glancing at Karee, trying not to be to obvious. She could not stop her mind as it flashed with images of her no longer innocent young daughter with her mouth stuffed full of her grandpa's cock. As she looked down at her food a second flash of memory crashed into her mind and she was seeing Karee with ropes of thick semen on her pretty face. She tried to take deep slow breaths as she concentrated on the food on her plate. Then Jennet took another breath to try and clear her mind and she looked at Karee a little more closely, trying to examine and read her daughters face for any hints of anger, of fear or trauma. But Jennet could not discern any major differences in her demeanor, even after such a dramatic introduction to having sex with her grandfather. Her eyes still had an adoring look for her grandpa and she seemed eager for every smile and every bit of attention he showed to her. Her little Stella was smiling and laughing and looking adoringly at her grandpa, just as her older sister was, and Jennet's belly burned with lust knowing that in a short while Stella would experience what Karee had earlier. Both her young daughters would be back in her father's bedroom being sexually molested and Jennet felt an uncontrolled shiver up her spine knowing she wanted it to happen. Her mother had made spaghetti with the special red sauce that her father loved. The girls loved spaghetti and Stella and Karee both were having fun eating it, slurping the long noodles and making sauce splash on their faces. Jennet felt like she was living in some alternative universe as a facade of normalcy embraced them here at the dinner table, while at other times absolute sexual chaos ruled all the dimensions of her world. Their grandmother smiled at them as they giggled and Jennet had to wonder what was going through her mother's mind. She was several years younger than her husband was, and stills a very attractive woman. She did not exercise as far as Jennet knew but she was still slim and vibrant looking. Jennet could not help but admire the fact that her mother's breasts still seemed full, firm, and barely seemed to have any sag in them at all. Jennet knew she took good care of their home and did all the housework as well as the gardening. Jennet's mind was wondering how she continued to live with her husband knowing what he had done to her and her sister Trisha, and now what he was starting to do to her granddaughters. Could she know that Jennet secretly loved her father's sexual attention and was a willing partner in the insertion of her own two preteen daughters into this sexual maelstrom of debauchery? Yet Jennet felt like there was something missing from the memories she had of her mother when she was growing up. Her memories were foggy at best, shouldn't they be so much sharper, and shouldn't her mother have played a much greater role in them? Something ate at the edge of her memories, something niggled her mind about the mystery of this woman, the woman who had brought Jennet and her sister into this strange world. Whatever it was hung there at the edge of her mind and Jennet's head felt like it was in a fog because there were no answers coming from her memories. How had her mother managed to sublimate what should have been the instinctual action of protecting her granddaughters, even if it was now far too late for her own daughters? Yet she seemed willing to allow or condone all that went on? Jennet knew better then anyone how sexually dominant her father was. She was drawn back to him because she had never stopped missing him after she had left so foolishly. A simultaneous wave of lust and shame hit her as she ate, knowing she had paid the price of reentry into this life with her two young daughters bodies. Looking at her mother Jennet remembered several times as a child when her mother had stumbled upon them, her and Trish, alone or together, being molested by their father. Had she really stumbled upon them as Jennet had always thought? She remembered how she seemed to avert her eyes and go on about her business, or had she been lurking in the shadows and when caught she would leave? Jennet remembered how if she somehow became aware of her mother watching them doing something upstairs, sucking their fathers cock or getting fucked in his bed or one of theirs, she went downstairs as quickly as she could. Or did she? And it seemed to work in reverse, if she came upon them downstairs, she would suddenly have some urgent business upstairs. Jennet would never forget one of the many times her daddy had her and Trish in his basement party room with a bunch of his friends. The way her father used Jennet and her sister, he never seemed to flaunt what he did to them in front of their mother. But he never went out of the way to hide it from her either. The door to his room, or their room was always open to one degree or another. And that particular evening in the basement it had been the same, the door was open between half to three quarter way. Through the haze sexual pleasure she was experiencing she remembered hearing muffled footsteps on the stairwell. She wasn't thinking, or caring for that matter who was there, she was closing in on another fantastic orgasm as she looked towards the door. That was when she saw her mother coming down the steps with a load of cloths that needed to be ironed. Jennet must have been eleven at the time and Trish was nine. She had to have known what they were doing in the basement, what her husband was up to with his two preteen daughters and all his perverted friends? Why was she coming downstairs with a load of ironing when she knew her two preteen daughters were the sexual center attractions of their fathers' pedo sex party? There at the dinner table, with almost with frightening clarity she remembered the event. She smiled and looked at her father who was teasing Karee about the spaghetti sauce on her nose thinking how cute Karee looked. Then she looked down at her plate but instead of seeing her spaghetti she was again suddenly taken back to their basement. Jennet remembered that she had been straddling one of her daddy's friends; she remembered it had felt so good to be riding such a nice cock. She was naked as they always were when they were the party favors, and she had arms around the man's neck as he was bouncing her up and down holding on to her slim hips as he fucked his thick cock into her swollen vagina. She wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck and kissed his ear and licked his neck as she breathed in the scent of his cologne. God she had been so horny and she remembered leaning into him and grinding her pussy down on his prick making her swollen clit hum with each thrust and forcing his cock deeper into her womb. Oh God she could remember everything! She'd just turned 11 and she could remember how much she was enjoying the sensations of sex, the feeling getting fucked by an adult man's cock, God she loved fucking. She was cumming hard many times a day by the time she reached the age of 11. She remembered that before climbing into the man's lap her younger sister Trish had been on her knees at the sofa, her little sisters 9 year-old asshole was getting pounded from behind by their parish priest, and she was sucking another man's cock while her daddy and the others watched and drank beer waiting to take another turn with each of them. Jennet remembered looking up, her young body awash in sexual pleasure, looking up as if swimming to the surface from a deep pool of clear water, swimming in a haze of pleasure and suddenly seeing her mother's eyes staring into the room through the partly open door. She looked surprised when Jennet's eyes met hers, they looked into each other's eyes for a few short seconds and it was like a door opening into her mother's soul for that short but very intimate time. Jennet thought she knew, knew that she'd come down to the basement on purpose to see what was happening to her daughters. But when confronted by her oldest daughters sex glazed eyes, she quickly looked away and turned and went back up the stairs. Jennet remembered that she had cum hard as she rode the man's cock, she couldn't remember who it was she was fucking yet that moment was crystal clear in her mind? She didn't know why she could remember one of them had been their priest, but the others were a blur to her mind now. There had always been so many men her father had shared them with, how could she remember them all? But sitting here at the dinner table, her mother barely and arms length away from her, she remembered what she saw when she looked in her mother's eyes. Jennet's heart beat harder as she remembered how she had felt a perverted and corrupt connection with her mother's soul for that short three or four seconds their eyes had locked together. For some insane psychic reason she could sense her mother's sickness, feel it as she felt her mother was feeling it. In those short seconds Jennet saw her arousal; it glowed around her mother like a twisted halo of light. And it seemed to glow brighter at seeing her two young daughters naked in a room full of men. Both of them so young, both being used like two preteen streetwalking whores in some cheap motel room. She had felt all that in the time their eyes had met and she had a clear memory of the thought that stuck her as her orgasm was rocking her 11 year-old body, sending her to another level of pleasure. She remembered thinking, 'I bet she's going to go play with her cunt now, mmmm, I bet Momma's going to go rub off!' Her attention came back to the present and the dinner table as her father was speaking to Stella, "So after dinner you and Karee take your baths and you can watch TV for a while before bed. If you're good Grandpa will read you both a bedtime story." He turned to look at Jennet and she felt herself getting wet, her vagina was melting with need and desire. How could she get back into his sexual embrace? How could she join her little girls in pleasing this handsome strong man that she loved so desperately? Jennet wanted to serve him for the rest of her life; she had to find a way back into his arms? Stella clapped her little hands and broke her revelry. The little girl was enthralled by her grandfather, until a short week ago she had never met him, the same as Karee, and she was excited to be living here with her grandpa and grandma. Jennet looked at Karee and could see both anticipation and fear mixed with excitement and....God, Jennet thought it almost looked like desire in her young eyes as she looked adoringly at her grandfather. With dinner done the subject turned to desert. Her mother Lydia said, "Alright girls, go take your baths and get your pajamas on and then we can all have some ice cream while we watch TV." The girls giggled and clapped and jumped up from the table. They were holding hands as they climbed the stairs heading for the bathroom the two sisters would share while they lived with Jennet's parents. Lydia looked at Jennet, her eyes seemed to be searching for a way to say something other then what she did say. Lydia spoke to her daughter, "You go ahead and help the girls dear, I'll clear the table and load the dishwasher. When they're all done I get their ice cream for them." She looked again into Jennet's eyes, they were alone in the kitchen now and Jennet could see her mother wanted to tell her something but was unable to find the words. She seemed to stammer just a bit as she spoke, "Its, oh my, it been such a hectic day hasn't it? I don`t know what to, what to say dear, it's, well I'm so happy you and the girls are here. I'm so happy I'll get to be a part of their lives sweetheart. A part of all your lives again Jennet, I, we, you father and I have both missed you terribly." She paused again and blurted out the next word, "The only thing better would be for Trisha to come home with her kids. Wouldn't that be wonderful? You father would be so happy! We'd be one big happy family again!" She smiled and turned away from Jennet and Jennet knew she had not said what she really wanted to say, she went on, speaking to Jennet but not looking at her, "There are extra towels in the linen closet, I made sure there would be enough for all of you, and I bought some extra washcloths also. Be sure to tell the girls to be careful, your father likes the hot water heater set at a higher temperature than most so make sure they don't make their bathwater to hot." Jennet nodded hearing but not really listening as she felt and urge to ask her mother why? Why she had not been a part of her life, a part that she could remember? Why had she stood idly by while she and her sister had been perverted, albeit willingly, to the ninth degree? And to herself she asked, why she felt she wanted to be a sexual slave to her father, eager for more and more of what she had been raised on for the first 17 or so years of her life? But the words did not come to her lips, not then. So she got up and said clumsily, "Okay, okay, thanks Mom, that's fine, I'll, I'll get the towels and the washcloths, thanks, thanks Mom." She got up in the silence that followed and quickly followed the girls upstairs. Her pussy was tingling as she reached the top of the steps, realizing sickly that she wanted to see Karee's naked body, to see the evidence of what she had witnessed earlier. She listened to her young daughters laughing and playing in the bedroom they shared as she approached. The door was open and both of them were naked in preparation for their bath and getting their pajamas out of the draw. Jennet's vagina was buzzing and her mouth was dry as she looked at their deliciously sweet and sexy bodies. Moving back into this house had awakened desires in her she thought were long dead and buried. She looked at her daughters and felt emotions she had not felt in many years. The feeling shamed her but she realized it was too late for that because she was feeling arousal at the same time. She was experiencing a hunger for her daughters, the same hunger she and her sister had shared for each other as little girls. Jennet's vagina began to moisten more as she looked at Karee's little nipples, they were turning a slight purplish color, still swollen and a little bruised from her granddads ministrations earlier. Her vaginal lips were puffy and protruding just a tiny bit and Jennet knew that she had never seen her daughter's immature vagina looking like it did now. All her daughter had ever displayed innocently during her baths had been a chubby crack that had never been touched except for the gentle hands of her mother's helping her to wash. Jennet's heartbeat was quickening and her mouth was no longer dry, it began to water when she could see the pink nub of a tiny clitoris at the top of her 8 year-old daughters enflamed looking cunt slit. Shame and self-loathing hit her in the gut at the same instant she fantasized about slipping a soapy finger into her baby's fuck hole and sharing deep wet kisses with her like a lover. Jennet knew her daughters little body would never be the same and she knew it was because of her. She knew her daughter's vagina was like it was because of what her father had done with Karee earlier. Karee herself didn't seem any different, she seemed to have recovered from what she had done with her granddad as she and Stella laughed and joked as Jennet turned the water on for their bath. After a minute or two of more giggling and laughing Stella dipped a toe in the bathwater, "Owweee, the waters to hot Mommy!" she grumbled. Jennet felt instantly guilty for forgetting what her mother had told her about the hot water. She had gotten lost in her thoughts about Karee and she quickly ran some cold water into the tub. She had been transfixed with looking at Karee's pussy and her puffy swollen nipples and the sweet delicious looking curve of her creamy buttocks and she had not been paying attention to what was going on. She tried to concentrate on getting their bath done, in the back of her mind she knew it was so she could spy upon the next perverted episode of Stella's introduction to incest and sex play with her older sister and her grandfather. There had already been several instances where hers and Karee's eyes had met; she saw no shame or distress there. She knew she had been the one to instruct both her daughters to obey their grandfather absolutely, and to do whatever he told them with no exceptions. And so Karee had done what she had been told to do and in the process was now in the first stages of being immersed into a world of incest and pedophile perversion. Things the little girl had no comprehension of. Jennet smiled at her and Karee grinned back happily but Jennet could see there was a light in her young daughter's eyes that had never been there before. Jennet knew what that light was and again felt a pang of guilt tinged with lust for her baby. She knew unequivocally that the light, having been lit would never be able to be extinguished if what had happened earlier was allowed to continue. And deep down with that same feeling of shame, self-loathing and arousal, Jennet knew she would allow it to continue. As the water temperature cooled enough both girls climbed in and Jennet got the shampoo and started washing Stella's short slightly brighter blond hair as Karee washed herself. Stella was singing a silly song and playing with a toy as Jennet watched Karee's small hands washing her body. Their eyes met again just as Karee touched herself, soaping her cunt crack. Jennet saw the look in her eyes as she slipped her soapy fingers between her cunt lips and swore she saw a look of lust and pleasure quickly cross her oldest daughters face as her fingers caressed her own tender flesh. Stella stood up as Jennet finished rinsing her hair and she turned away from Jennet as her mother washed her back and her cute little butt. Jennet's fingers slipped into the crevasse of Stella's ass and she found herself aroused again as she felt the tight rosebud of her baby's anus as she rubbed it and slipped just a tiny bit of her pinky finger into her baby to clean her. Another thrill rippled through her body as she imagined her own tongue tickling Stella's ass while she suckled her grandfather's cock! Jennet almost had to physically shake her head to clear her mind of the thought. She caressed her youngest daughters vagina from behind as she washed her wanting to taste it even more badly then she wanted to tickle her anus with her tongue. In the warm quiet of the bathroom, the only sound was Stella's humming and the wet sound of Karee still washing her vagina. Jennet's eyes met Karee's again as Karee was watching her wash Stella. Her own little hand was still between her legs and Jennet could see she was no longer washing herself. No, without realizing it Karee had become lost in the sensations from her vagina and she was masturbating as she watched Jennet's hand between her sister's legs. Jennet felt another rush of arousal, wanting to bring her hand to Karee's sexy little slit but shook herself instead. Jennet broke the spell, regretting it even as she did and said, "Okay Stella, time to rinse off, Karee your turn to wash your hair. Karee seemed reluctant to stop washing herself but sat back in the water as Jennet wet her hair and shampooed it for her. Jennet felt her nipples harden as her hands caressed the nape of her daughters neck and she remembered the way her Daddy had liked to watch her and her sister Trish take baths together. The two young sisters kissing wetly, masturbating and fingering each other as their father sat on the closed lid of the toilet and stroked his cock. She shook her head to clear it again as their bath was becoming a battle for control of her own emotions as Karee said, "Come on Mommy, hurry so we can watch TV with Grandma and Grandpa and have some ice cream." Stella chimed in, "Yea Mommy, I want chocolate, Grandma said she bought chocolate and vanilla and strawberry!" She managed to put aside her thoughts long enough to get the girls rinsed off and dried and run the hairdryer through their hair long enough to get it mostly dry. Then she brushed Karee's longer hair first and Stella's shorter hair second and then both girls threw on their pajamas and flew down the steps as Jennet shouted after them to be careful going down. Jennet started collecting the wet towels and suddenly almost collapsed in and emotional heap on the bathroom floor. Tears of desire and pain and confusion came to her eyes as the weight of what she was allowing to happen hit her again. She truly thought she might be losing her mind but had no idea what she should do. She rested her head on her arms on the side of the tub and took some deep breaths as she collected herself and then cleaned up the bath and tossed the towels and dirty clothes in the hamper. She took a quick shower herself and she had to fight to keep from masturbating because she shamefully knew she wanted to save her sexual energy for what would take place in her father's room later this evening. She rinsed off and dried off and headed downstairs with her hair still damp and her vagina even damper. When she entered the kitchen both girls were watching their grandmother scoop ice cream into bowls for them. Then holding the bowls a napkin and a spoon they cautiously made their way into the den to watch TV. Her father was not there and she didn't ask where he was. The girls watched TV for almost an hour and Jennet was having a hard time sitting still as their bedtime neared. When the show was over both girls grumbled and complained that it was summertime and they should get to stay up late. But halfway through it Karee seemed to remember something and got quiet and took her sisters hand and pulled her up the steps. Stella grumbled but went along. Her mother smiled, this time she seemed to have no desire to speak any hidden thoughts, "They're absolutely beautiful little girls dear. You've done a wonderful job with them, raising them, considering what you've been through and that you've been all alone." Jennet smiled, "Thanks Mom, it definitely hasn't been easy." Her mother nodded, "Don't you worry about anything from now on. Your father and I are here for all of you now. As long as you're with us the girls will be well provided for." With that her mother yawned and added, "Oh my it's been a busy day, it's going to take me a while to get used to having children in the house again. I'm going to bed sweetheart, why don't you relax and watch TV a little longer." She got up and came towards Jennet and kissed her goodnight and Jennet could not help but notice her lips lingered just a fraction of a second longer then a goodnight kiss should. But then her mother quickly turned and walked away going to her room at the back of the house. Jennet knew it was strange but she never remembered her mother sleeping in the same room with her father and it felt normal to see her going to her room downstairs. She had faint memories of Daddy making the room for her mother, the banging and the sounds of saws. Jennet imagined she had her own suite back there with her own bath and a large walk-in closet. But she realized she really didn't know and had no specific memories of the inside of her mother's bedroom. But with a tingle of excitement, Jennet knew that whatever her mother did in her room at night was not what was on her mind now. She sat back down to collect herself and a shiver went through her body as she anticipated climbing the stairs. She knew what her father had told Karee earlier, and she wanted desperately to see what was going on in his bedroom. She prayed he would leave his door open a little wider so she could see and hear everything. Sometimes when she and Trish had been younger it was almost closed, other times halfway open, but it was always open enough. It was as if he wanted her mother to walk by and see what he was doing to his daughters, or was he leaving her the choice to watch, or not watch? Jennet wondered again which she had chosen. Jennet realized with a shiver that she was wet again; her vagina was aching with need. She had already showered and was dressed in thin cotton shorts and a tee. Her panty was already soaked and she knew why, she knew her father had always been right about her and her sister Trisha. They were whores, born whores, her already soaked cunt didn't lie, she knew she had returned to take her rightful place in her father's new harem. She stood on shaky legs and went to the stairs. She stopped at the bottom and looked up at the darkened hallway above. She was glad the darkness would cloak her, make her an invisible voyeur, a witness to the debauched sexual crimes she wanted to see her father commit upon her daughters. She knew what she would see when she got to the top of the steps, and she knew that she wanted to see it. She was scared, aroused, and even disgusted with herself all at the same time. She knew what she had done, but she couldn't bring herself to stop him. She didn't want to stop him. If she didn't want this to happen she wouldn't have come home, she wouldn't have delivered her two babies' to her father like she had. Her hands came up to caress her own nipples and her heartbeat quickened, they were hard and swollen and they ached. Her right nipple ached more than the other for the ring her Daddy had her pierced with when she was a 10 year-old girl. The ring that had permanently and eternally consummated their relationship of father daughter incest, the ring that had married them to each other forever. Slowly and quietly she climbed the steps trying to avoid the squeaky one at the top. But even though she tried to tread lightly on it, it squeaked and she stopped and wondered if he had heard. The girl's room had a nightlight on but it was quiet. Her father's room, the big master bedroom with its own bath and a giant king size bed was dimly lit as it had been the night before. All the other rooms and the hall were dark, just as it should be for her to watch what her father was going to do to her two little girls. The stage had been set for the second act; Jennet was the only member of the audience and her father and her daughters the stars of this wonderfully obscene and deliciously demented play. She swallowed hard, her throat was dry and her heart beating wildly as she quietly approached the door. She heard her father's voice speaking softly as she got closer. Feely utterly obscene she unsnapped her own shorts and let them fall around her feet and then she picked them up and stepped towards her room and tossed them in, then she hesitated and again feeling incredibly aroused and filthy she peeled off her panty and threw it in her room next and then took off her top so she was completely naked. Jennet's body was electric, she felt very naughty, no, she felt dirty, like a whore in a room full of men. She was excited and simultaneously insanely jealous of her two little girls. She wanted to be in the room with them, but instead she'd masturbate as she watched her father molesting them. Her breathing was shallow and quick as she closed in on the door, but remaining in the darkest part of the hall. Tunnel vision seemed to take over, she wanted to see him do things to Stella and Karee, she wanted to see her daughters sucking his big hard cock together like Karee had done on her own earlier. Her feet were bare and she made no sound as she closed in on the partly open door. Her fathers voice became clear and she stopped in the same place as before in the darkened hallway, beyond the light protruding into the hall and looked into the room. The dim light from his room did not reach even halfway to where she watched in excited shameful delight. He was sitting in his chair as he had been before, he was naked and his erection stood straight up, all 8 thick inches of it. She couldn't see Karee's eyes but she could see Stella's wide eyes looking at the huge shaft of cock meat sticking up from between her grandfather's legs as he spoke to them. Haney had a smile on his lips as he spoke a little louder then need be, "So Karee will show you the first time Stella, and then the two of you together will lick and suck Grandpa's hard cock and share my baby juice, my semen when it shoots out of my cock. Stella I know you'll love it as much as your sister did." Both of them were still in their pajamas and her father said, "Karee, I want you to undress your sister, then Stella will take your pajama's off. Go ahead and do it while I watch." Karee obeyed and reached for Stella's top and undid the buttons, her small hands seemed to tremble as her small fingers slowly worked them all open and she pushed it back and off of Stella's shoulders. Now her little sister was topless, revealing her luscious looking smooth skin and flat chest and tiny pink nipples, her bare little tummy. Karee then reached for the elastic waistband and hooked her fingers into it and pulled it down revealing her sisters panty, it was white with red hearts on it. Stella stepped out of her bottoms, her grandfather reaching out his arm so she could grasp it for balance. Next, her small hands clearly shaking Karee reached up and grasped the waist band of sister's panty and slowly slid it down revealing her little sister naked bum and almost hidden cunt crack. Jennet could never have imagined how sexy and arousing it was to watch Karee undress her sister, but she should have known it was what her father would do. As Stella stepped out of them Jennet heard her father say, "Give me her panty Karee." She did and Jennet breathed in sharply as she saw a small dark spot on the crotch of her 6 year-olds panty. Dear God she was the same as her, Jennet's father used to brag that she was born with slut DNA because she started lubricating sexually at such a young age. He bragged he almost never needed additional lube for her unless he wanted her asshole, or she was "entertaining" his friends. Jennet saw his smile; he licked the wet spot and held it so Karee could see it. "That's very good isn't it Karee, see how your sissy has a wet spot on her panty? That's her pussy juice; it means Stella is as nasty a fuck slut as you are. You're sisters so I'd expect nothing less. How does your sweet little cunt feel Stella, your vagina baby, does it feel funny?" Stella looked a little confused and embarrassed but she answered him in her sweet little girl voice, "I...I'm, uuunnn, not sure Grampa, it feels weird, funny weird like something in my tummy, between my legs, like, like my 'gina, feels funny, not bad, just funny, funny....." she said softly as her sweet voice trailed off. He smiled and said, "Little girls get wet between their legs when they get horny Stella. Little girls that are horny, especially sexy little girls like you and your sister are also called whores and fuck sluts, just like what your mommy is." Stella didn't know what a whore or a fuck slut was, and she didn't know her mother was one either, so she just nodded. Haney looked to Karee next, "Are you wet Karee, can you feel the juice between your legs? Is your little pussy juicy now like Stella's?" Karee's face was pink, she nodded and said, "Yes, yes Grampa, my fuck hole is wet, I want to touch, I want to rub my cunt like we did before. I want to play with it like we did before, I want to show Stella, please Grampa can Stella take my pajamas off now?" Jennet was thrilled to hear the filthy words coming from Karee's young mouth, it added to the perversion of what she was doing. It made her think of the way her father loved it when she and Trisha screamed and shouted the most vile and filthy words when he and his friends were gangbanging them in the basement or at some house of one of his friends, or in the Dragon's Tattoo parlor or some cheap motel where he'd taken them for a pedo party. He nodded and looked at Stella; he smiled and slipped his finger down between her legs. Jennet saw her little girl move back just a tiny bit as her grandpa touched her between her legs. She couldn't imagine what it was like for Stella to be touched there like that for the very first time. Haney smiled again as his finger encountered a wet little hole. Stella closed her eyes and made a small sound as his finger touched her private place. She sighed and put her hand out again to touch his shoulder for balance and opened her legs a little wider on her own. Jennet saw her father's smile as Stella let a small moan escape her sweet lips. The little girl spoke with a sound of wonderment in her voice, "Mmmm Grampa, uuunnngg that's....aaaahh its feels....." she sighed then and Haney pulled his finger away. Stella seemed to sway as she held on to his shoulder as he held his hand out between the two girls, as much for Jennet as for them. She could see his middle finger, the top half inch of which glistened wetly in the low light, he looked at Karee and said, "Open your mouth baby, it's time for the first taste of your sisters pussy juice, you get to taste it even before Grandpa does baby. Your slut mother and aunt loved the taste of each other's pussies, and their own as well. Lick this sweet juice from my finger, then give Stella a kiss like I taught you." Karee opened her mouth obediently and her little pink tongue licked and then lapped at his finger before she sucked her grandpa's finger and then he said "Suck it like it was a candy cane, suck it like it was a little cock, suck it like a fuck slut whore Karee." As she sucked his finger Haney said to Stella, "Your sister is going to kiss you Stella, I want you to open your mouth because Karee is going to put her tongue in your mouth and you need to suck on it and then push your tongue back into her mouth, back and forth do you understand? Nice wet kisses till I tell you to stop." Stella nodded and Haney took his finger out of Karee's mouth and returned it to Stella's slippery little hole. As Haney rubbed her tiny slit and her hard little clit Stella groaned and Karee leaned forward. Both her pajama clad arms came up and she lightly held her sisters small waist as she leaned toward her. Both their eyes were closed as Karee kissed her sister like she had learned from her Grandpa. Jennet could see both girls blushing and could see Stella's entire body turn hot pink as she was masturbated by her grandfather and kissed by her older sister, kissed like she'd never been kissed before, kissed like a lover for the very first time. Jennet let a small groan escape as she saw their tiny pink tongues dancing back and forth and listened to the wet noises they made as they sucked each other's tongues while her father fingered her youngest daughter. She heard Stella moan again and Jennet worked her own fingers into her soaked cunt, she felt her own juices running down the inside of her thighs as she looked on. Haney brought his finger back coated in Stella's juice a second time and broke the girls kiss and told Stella, "Your turn Stella, suck your own sweet cunt juice from my finger now like Karee did before." As she opened her mouth and closed it around his slick fingertip he said, "Karee, go ahead and take your pajama's off sweetheart, don't touch yourself understand, I know you want to but you only touch yourself when I give you permission do you understand?" Karee nodded and quickly pulled her pajama top over her head without even bothering to unbutton it and pushed her bottoms and her panty off in the same motion. As Stella sucked his finger Haney said, "Pick up your panty and show me how wet it is." She did, the small crotch was dark with wetness. Haney smiled and removed his finger from Stella's mouth, and slipped it back between her legs making Stella moan softly as he masturbated her gently. The little girl seemed to have flushed even pinker in the low light as she stared at her sister's wet panty while her grandfather masturbated her. Haney said to Karee, "Hold it to sissy's mouth." Then turning his head he said softly to Stella, "Lick it Stella, lick Karee's cunt juice off of her panty, then give Grandpa a wet kiss with your tongue like Karee taught you." With an incredibly confused but aroused look for an 6 year-old she lapped at the slippery wetness on the crotch of her sisters panty as her grandfather watched her. Her little pink tongue lapped once, twice, and a third time which was when Haney grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her to him crushing his mouth to hers thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth while Karee watched with a hungry look on her young face. Haney pulled Stella and Karee in close and his cock was pressing against the two girls as his hands wandered over every inch of their naked preteen bodies. He switched from Stella to Karee and back several times before his lust for their young mouths and tongues was temporarily sated. Haney was excited; he hadn't been this excited in a long time. After his daughters left, even though they were in their late teens then, his lust for child sex could only be sated when his friends had children they could all molest. He hated having to share other people's children, he wanted his own. He loved to share his own but when his girls had abandoned him he never stopped dreaming they would return to him someday bearing gifts. When he fucked other children he wanted to take them home, he wanted access to their hot young child bodies anytime of the day or night. Now he had that again, and Jennet had been the one who brought them to him. And right now she was out in the hallway as he knew she would be, masturbating as she watched him molest her daughters. Haney had made both his daughters into perverted voyeurs at a very young age, making one watch and masturbate while he used the other. Or making one service all of his friends while he held one in his lap and made her watch but not allowing her to touch herself until he gave permission. It drove both his daughters insane with lust and they would have long strings of multiple orgasms when he'd finally release the one who had been doing the watching and allowed her to frig herself to the satisfaction of multiple orgasms. He smiled at his two little fuck toys, "Karee, tell Stella what she is." Karee nodded her nostrils flared and her voice thick with and unknown desire she said in a breathless little girl voice, "Me and you are Grampa's fuck toys Stella, we're his whores and his cum sluts. We have to do everything he says and take care of him and his friends if he wants us to." Stella nodded solemnly, her little hips swayed as Haney's finger kept pressure on her slick little slit and she looked from Karee to her grandfather and said. "I will, aaaahh, I, I will Grampa, mmmm, Mommy said, she said we had to listen to you and do everything you said. Oooooh Grampa, it's, it feels, oooohh, we'll be good, don't make us go away Grampa, we love you and Gramma, ooooh it feels good Grampa." Haney smiled, "Don't worry Stella, Grandpa loves you and Karee very much also. I won't make you go away, not ever. You and Karee are going to be my fuck toys forever and ever. We're going to play every day and night this summer, but when the two of you start school you may never tell anyone about the things we do. Do you both understand that? No one except maybe your mommy when the time is right okay? This is Grandpa and Karee's and Stella's special secret for now." The two girls nodded and Haney said, "Good, now let's all get up on Grandpa's big bed so we can teach Stella how to suck cock and get mouth fucked real good." He picked up both the naked little girls in his strong arms and Jennet quickly shifted her position to behind the door and before she knew what she was doing as her father turned his back to put the girls on the bed she hooked a single finger around the edge of the door and opened it another six inches. She waited breathlessly in the hall shocked at her own boldness and then noiselessly repositioned herself in the darkness to see them again. After he had put them on the bed he climbed on himself and lay down arraigning them on either side of him cuddling them close to him their pretty faces upturned to his. Jennet heard him say, "First I want to kiss the two of you some more, while we kiss Grandpa will rub your cunts to make you feel real good and then we'll start Stella's cock sucking lesson." Jennet watched as the two girls began kissing her father, first one, then the other, then all three together, wetly sharing his tongue back and forth and kissing each other wetly when he whispered to them. She saw both girls squirming as their Grandpa fingered and rubbed their cunts. She could hear the mewing and the moaning as her daughters felt things they should not be feeling for many years yet. She pulled at her nipple with one hand as the other dug deeper into the slippery wet folds of her cunt pressing down hard on her clit as she felt an orgasm building inside of her. She felt like she was in the bed with them, the scene before her was so familiar, she and Trisha had done the same things with her father thousands of times, as he was doing right now with his granddaughters. Karee was on the left side as Jennet was looking in. Both of them were half on him, his arms down a hand between each child's legs. She could not see his fingers but she knew what he was doing. His long middle finger was moving in a constant slippery up and down motion thorough the clefts of their virginal flesh slipping over their tiny clits each time. She could see her daughter Karee's slim hips humping down slightly, thrusting against her grandfathers finger as he pressed it against her slit and over her small hard clit repeatedly. She couldn't see his hand between Stella's legs but she was imitating her sister's motions unconsciously, her hips thrusting down against Haney's finger as she strove to capture the sexual feelings she was experiencing for the first time. Haney wanted to put on a good show for Jennet. He wanted to pull her back into his control completely and once he had her he planned to use her to lure his other daughter home along with her two, even younger children. Yes, it was best to start with Jennet. He thought that within the week he'd have her in the bed with them, helping him pervert her own young daughters, joining him in his pleasures. As soon as he accomplished that he'd start inviting friends over like he used to with Jennet and Trisha. He'd make Jennet watch again as they used her daughters for their nasty and obscene desires. He'd make her masturbate like he used to. When three or four of them would be gang fucking Trisha, Jennet would be forced to just watch and made to scream profanities at them. Then when given permission he'd give her a dildo or a rubber cock and tell her he wanted to see her cum. Jennet would go insane then, frigging her fat clit while she watched them do her little sister again and again until she started having her own multiple orgasms. Jennet came hard; her mind filling with visions of her childhood, the pictures swam through her head as if they were a slideshow right in front of her eyes being relived in real time. She groaned loudly this time and reached out for the wall to steady herself as her cum rocked her, she felt her knees go week and she sunk to the floor as she watched her Daddy use her two babies'. Haney heard her cum loudly unable to control the sounds of her orgasm. He smiled to himself as he continued kissing the girls. He whispered softly to them and they opened their eyes. Jennets vision cleared as she saw the both of them slide down her father's body, their small bodies turned, arranged so their little slits could be manipulated as they sucked his cock. He told them, "Karee, I want you to start, I want you to hold my cock near the bottom," he took her hand and showed her, "then I want you to lick my cock head like it was an ice cream cone and then suck it like a lollipop. Be sure to suck this tasty pre-cum coming out of my cock slit as it oozes out, that nice tasty clear juice dripping from my cock, understand?" She nodded and said "Un huh Grampa, I understand, just lick it like an ice cream cone and suck it like a lollipop." He smiled again, "That's right, go ahead. Stella you watch and when I tell you, I want you to start helping sissy suck my cock, doing the same things she's doing. The two of you will share and take turns practicing sucking my cock. Are you having fun Stella? How does your little fuck hole feel baby?" As he asked her he started to massage her little crack again and Stella sighed and opened her legs wider giving her grandpa's finger more access to her baby cunt. Her eyes were glazed with a soft light as she answered in a breathy whisper, "Ummm, yesss, mmm its fun....funny, my `gina, my, mmmm, my cunny feels, feels really good Grampa, the way you rub it and touch it. I never felt like that before, aaaah mmm its good...real good Grampa..." Haney nodded, "That's right Stella, it feels good and Grandpa will always make you and sissy feel good. Now, go ahead and start sucking my cock Stella, you and sissy suck me together, taste my delicious cock and my pre-cum sweetie, suck me like your mommy did when she was a little girl. Stella bent to the task and Jennet watched as her older daughter took her mouth from her Grandpa's wet shiny cock head and tilted the fat hard length of cock flesh towards her little sister. Jennet's heart was pounding like a drum as she watched, in what felt like slow motion as her baby Stella leaned over and opening her small mouth as wide as she could, she took her grandfather's cock into her young mouth. Now the young mother stood transfixed in the hall watching as her two preteen daughters gave her father a wet licking sucking blow job. His whispered directions came every few minutes; telling them to swallow the juice, trade his cock head back and forth, move their little hands up and down the shaft as they sucked his swollen cock. He had them take turns sucking his balls one at a time, had them swap their saliva in wet dripping kisses, and told them to spit the mix of pre-cum and saliva back and forth into each other's mouths between them. All the while he masturbated them, never stopping his fingers constantly manipulating their puffy preteen vagina's making them emit the most obscene and unnatural sounds for children their ages. There were grunts and moans, and groaning and mewing, and Jennet listened to that and the wet squishy sounds his fingers made as he masturbated their hot tight holes. He kept up a steady stream of filthy talk telling them what good little whores and fuck sluts they were, how he couldn't wait to watch the two of them suck off all his friends cocks. Jennet was closing in on a second hard orgasm when she heard her father's familiar growl. "That's it, ooooh yea, my two baby fuck toys are getting ready to taste Grandpa's hot fuck seed, his baby juice, his fucking cock juice. Mmmm that's it, lick in Stella, aaaah fuck yes, suck it Karee, lick it, suck it, aaaaahh fuck yea. Do it, do it you two little fucking sluts!" He called to Stella who was waiting her turn with his cock and told her what to say, "Look at me Stella, tell me, say it like this, "I'm a dirty cock sucking slut Grandpa, and I want to suck off all your friends." The little girl paused, processing the words, it was hard to concentrate, she stammered, "I, aahh, I'm a, a dirty cock, cocksuck, aaahh, cocksucking....." Haney smiled patiently repeating, "Say, I'm a dirty cock sucking slut, and I want to suck off all your friends Grandpa." Stella nodded, she had it now, "I'm a dirty, a dirty cock sucking slut Grampa, and, and I want to suck all your friends, suck off all your friends. Okay Grampa?" Jennet's brain was boiling as she heard the filthy words her father was teaching her daughters, she focused her mind, the feelings emanating from her body were overwhelming her for a second time. She was watching herself with Trisha again; she wanted to have her mouth over the head of her Daddy's cock when his hot semen exploded from it like an erupting volcano. She watched waiting for the moment, knowing it would push her over the edge again when it came. She heard his voice again, "Get ready Karee, let Stella suck it, aaaahh fuck yessss, suck it Stella, here it is baby, swallow as fast as you can! Eat Grandpa's cum baby, eat it you dirty little bitch, aaaahhh you fucking fuck slut, aaaaahhh aaahhhh yesssssss!" He reached down and grabbed Karee's hand and jacked it up and down his cock shaft jerking his prick as Stella sucked the fat head. He was making the sounds Jennet knew well and she could not believe how badly she wanted to see him ejaculate his semen into her youngest daughter's mouth. How badly she wanted to see Stella face as her grandpa filled her mouth with his hot seed. Jennet's eyes were riveted to his cock as the veins on the underside of it pulsed and swelled as it exploded in Stella's mouth. Jennet watched with incredible pleasure at the look of surprise on Stella's face as her small mouth filled up with hot jets of her Grandpa's semen. Jennet started cumming again as she watched her 6 year-old daughter swallow hard again and again until she was overwhelmed by the volume of his semen and she choked and coughed a mouthful of semen up. The huge gob splattered over his pulsing shaft and dripped down while Stella gasped for breath. Haney wasted no time and grabbed his cock as a rope of his goo splattered across the bridge of Karee's nose. He stuffed it into Karee's surprised mouth. "Finish me fuck toy, finish Grandpa's tasty hot cum; drink down what Stella couldn't baby." Karee did and she managed to swallow the rest of her Grandpa's ejaculate in a couple of thick gulps. Stella had tears in her eyes and was still gasping as Haney pulled their faces together, "Lick it all up and kiss, hurry, lick it all up, every drop, then kiss, Grandpa wants to see you swap his cum back and forth like you did with your spit and my pre-cum when you were sucking my cock." The girls obeyed and Jennet's orgasm almost took her out completely as she watched the filthy things he was making her baby's do. She came again as she tasted his semen in her own mouth, the taste embedded in her brain, she drank it from birth and she could never forget it. She came as she saw her daughters spitting strings of gooey cum back and forth into each other's mouths as she and Trish had done so many times. She came as she saw Karee shudder and moan when her Grandpa's mashed her hard pink button over and over bringing her to the second orgasm of her young life as her mouth was filled with his cum and her sisters tongue. Jennet watched and Jennet came hard. Multiple orgasms washed over her in a long flowing stream of pleasure as she imagined what tomorrow would bring and when she would be invited to join them?