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Taking care of Grandpa
An Erotic Story
Carol first became suspicious about 3 days after the kids
came back from vacationing with their grandfather. It had been a
wonderful two weeks; almost a second honeymoon with her husband.
Having her grandfather take care of the three children, leaving
the two of them able to act like newlyweds for two whole weeks
together, without having to worry about the children had been
wonderful. This was the fourth vacation her father-in-law had
"babysat" the kids for them, and it was getting almost addicting.
With the freedom to act like the teenagers they had been when
they first got married, the two of them had almost acted like
newlyweds the whole two weeks. Carol wondered if she was
pregnant again, like she had been the very first time with Jenny,
when Michael was five, and Miranda was only three; or like she
had thought she might be the second time, three years later.
Seven years go by so quickly. Well, if she was, she was. She
and George had spaced their kids out enough. And it wasn't as if
they couldn't afford more children, or even didn't want any.
It's just that up to now, they had been so BUSY. At a little
over 30, Carol still felt young enough to raise three or four
more children; now that they could finally afford it. "Having
children is a pain though," she thought. "It's too bad you can't
have somebody else carry the kids FOR you." She giggled at the
thought. Well, kids, especially like the ones she had now, were
worth the pain and bother of pregnancy and yes, even childbirth.
Carol actually found herself hoping she had "caught" while on
vacation. With the kids back home, she and George would find it
hard to "get together" at the appropriate times. Especially,
without the kids catching them.
That was getting to be a big problem now. With Mike just
getting into his teens, they knew the boy had to know SOMETHING
about sex. (His father had given the boy the book "Show Me" when
he was 10, and Mike had never asked questions since.)
Thankfully, he didn't seem all that interested in girls yet, so
they didn't have to worry about some neighbor-girl showing up
with a big belly by him, like she had by George, when she was
only about three years older than her son.
Miranda was another matter. The cute little kid seemed to
enjoy teasing her father, and yes, even her older brother, by
wearing next-to-nothing around the house; and peeking in on her
parents at some of the MOST inopportune times.
Still, Carol would never have even suspected that the 10-
year-old was anything but a virgin, like her two siblings, if she
hadn't overheard the two kids discussing the last day they had
spent with their grandfather. She certainly would never have
suspected the old man of molesting the little girl he so
obviously doted on, and who seemed to like him just as much.
To see Miranda's eyes light up, any time she or her husband
mentioned taking the kids over to visit, you knew that the little
girl and her grandfather had a special relationship. But she had
never suspected that it was THIS kind of "special."
1
Now that she thought of it though, Carol wondered if she
shouldn't have been suspicious before. Miranda's relationship
with the old man had always been extremely close. (OK! So 50
isn't all that old. Grandpa Mike was actually still fairly good
looking, as work on the farm had kept him healthy and trim;
unlike so many other "middle-aged" men. No, 50 wasn't really all
that old.) Even at 6 years old, Carol remembered how her
daughter had bragged about "taking care of Grandpa" when they
went over to visit. She had been a regular little home-maker;
cleaning the dishes, and trying to help cook, and generally
trying to help take the place of her grandmother, which Grandpa
Mike had so obviously missed when she died from a stroke the year
before.
Only Carol had never even suspected that the little girl's
self-assumed duties of "taking care of Grandpa," had included
taking care of him in bed!
The child's brother and sister (now that Carol thought of
it) must have known something, because if their sister had been
sleeping with the old man, (as now seemed likely) it would have
been difficult for them NOT to know.
Carol shivered at the thought. HAD her little girl been
"taking care of" her grandfather, ever since she was six years
old? If so, why hadn't the little girl complained about being
molested? Carol found it hard to believe that a 6-year-old would
crawl into bed with her grandfather, and let him stick his thick
baby-maker up inside her tight little hole and fill her womb with
his seed, without objecting. Only Miranda never HAD objected to
going to visit her grandfather. In fact, the little girl had
always seemed to enjoy the thought of staying with the old man;
even (Or, now that Carol thought about it, especially) when she
could spend time alone with him.
Even now, Carol would probably never have suspected, if she
hadn't heard that one remark from her daughter.
Mike and Jenny had been talking together about "helping
Grandpa with the chores," when one of them made some kind of
remark to Miranda about her helping Grandpa in the kitchen. "You
DID help Grandpa fix breakfast, didn't you?" asked Mike. "I know
you and Grandpa were up a long time before we were." He looked
pointedly at his little sister when he said this, with a grin.
Even that wasn't enough to make Carol suspicious, until the
boy continued, "I know how you like to take care of him."
At this time, Carol was grinning to herself, as she though
of how proud the little girl always seemed to be at "taking care
of" her grandfather. She almost missed the little girl's reply.
"Oh don't worry," she said, "I took REAL good care of
Grandpa three times; since we were leaving when Momma got there.
Afterwards, we DID fix breakfast together, just like you
thought."
Well, "taking care of Grandpa" could have meant many things.
Carol could only think of ONE possible meaning for "taking good
care of him three times in one night." Oh shit! How long had
this been going on?
2
It couldn't be since the little girl was 6 years old, could
it? At least, Miranda didn't seem to be hurt too badly by the
experience. In fact, listening to her, she seemed to be proud of
the fact that she had "taken care of her grandfather" that well.
God, and she was only 10 years old.
A cold shiver of fear went down the woman's back, as she
remembered herself at the same age. Carol had started
menstruating barely after her 10th birthday, and she didn't think
her little girl would start much later. Oh God; Miranda might be
pregnant with her own grandfather's baby, at that very moment!
Carol's shiver of fear at her daughter's possible
predicament, was joined by an entirely unexpected emotion.
Horniness. Only 10 years old, and pregnant by her own
grandfather . . . .
Carol felt an unexpected trickle of arousal wet her vagina.
God, if she had only had the chance to get screwed by her
grandfather, when she was that young. Only she hadn't. Her
father had been the only male in the house, and a girl doesn't
make it with her own father, does she? On the other hand, a girl
doesn't make it with her own grandfather either.
Carol was by now thoroughly confused. It had been two days
since she had overheard that conversation, and she didn't know
whether to be aroused, indignant, or horrified at the thought of
her little girl getting royally screwed by her own grandfather.
Besides, it was just a suspicion.
She didn't want to just go into the little girl's bedroom,
and accuse her own daughter of acting like a slut and fucking her
own grandfather. She didn't want to accuse her father-in-law of
such an obscene thing either . . . at least, not without more
evidence. If Miranda HADN'T been sexually involved with the old
man, Carol knew she might spoil forever the special relationship
the two had, if she accused him of molesting her little girl.
Heck, if he HAD been "playing around" with her, or even fucking
her, Miranda didn't seem hurt by it. Making wild accusations
would probably spoil things for her daughter in either case. On
the other hand, if the old man WAS fucking the little girl, then
she couldn't let it continue, could she? Especially, as the
little girl was fast approaching puberty, and her body could be
preparing itself for having a baby right now.
Three days of wondering and worrying were too much. By the
weekend, Carol knew that "Grandpa Mike" has already been prepared
and expecting to take care of the three kids overnight, and
through Saturday. She had to make SOME kind of decision before
then. Even no decision was a decision to just LET the two of
them proceed with whatever incestuous relationship they had (if
any). Carol decided it was time to talk to her husband.
"He WHAT!" George's reaction was not unexpected to Carol.
"Why that Son-Of-A-Bitch!" he yelled. "I'll KILL the bastard
with my own hands!"
Carol was glad she had the foresight to talk to her husband
when the three kids were at school. As it was, her husband's
not-unexpected reaction was making her stomach queasy . . . .
"Or was that morning-sickness?" she wondered. Well, if so,
this was NOT the time to inform her husband.
3
"Raping my little girl," fumed the man, "why when I get my
hands on him . . . ."
"I did NOT say he raped Miranda," said Carol.
"Huh?" George was almost startled at his wife's calm
response. He expected her to be as upset about this as he
was . . . .
Only Carol had had several days to think things over; unlike
her husband. Thank goodness it hadn't been HIM who had overheard
that little conversation.
"I don't know WHAT she meant, for sure," she told her
husband calmly. "It just SOUNDED like they might be involved
sexually. I can't be sure."
"Well how CAN we be sure?" George almost bellowed.
"I don't know. In any case, we can't just go in and ACCUSE
him of molesting Miranda. By the same token, we don't want to go
ask HER. You know how she feels about her grandfather."
By now George had blown off enough steam to listen to his
wife. They never made momentous decisions without consulting
each other. "So?" he prompted.
"So, if we go in and accuse her of seducing her grandfather,
or him of molesting HER, without at least more to go on than we
have now, then we're liable to make her mad at US, and spoil any
possible chance of getting out of this mess with nobody getting
hurt."
"But what if he IS molesting her?" he asked.
"George," sighed Carol, "does Miranda look unhappy to you?"
"Well, no but . . ."
"Does she seem to want to avoid contact with her
grandfather," the woman continued.
"Well, no but . . ."
"Well, no but," she repeated, "whatever has been happening,
Miranda doesn't seem to mind it too much. In fact, considering
the way she seems to look forward to visits with her grandfather,
if he HAS been 'molesting' her, or even if she's been seducing
HIM, it doesn't seem to have hurt her all that much, now does
it?"
"Well, no but . . ." George was stuck in a rut. He just
couldn't imagine a 10 year old little girl actually WANTING to be
"molested" by an older man.
"No more 'buts'," replied his wife. "Think of THIS: What
if Miranda IS having an affair with her grandfather, and wants it
to continue? What do we do then? Do we punish her; beat her;
ground her; forbid her to ever see her grandfather again? Or do
just let her keep on keeping on? After all, she doesn't seem to
be damaged by it so far."
"My head aches," moaned George; sitting down in a chair, and
holding his head in his hands. "All I want is for Miranda to be
happy. She CAN'T be happy, being forced to have sex with her own
grandfather, can she?"
"Does it SOUND like she's being forced?" asked Carol.
"Well, no but . . ."
"Well no but shit!" exclaimed Carol; getting disgusted by
the same response all the time. "Either she's being forced, or
she isn't. It doesn't sound to ME like she is . . . .
Do you agree, or don't you, damnit?!"
4
"Well, no . . ." George took one look at his wife, and
hurriedly changed what he was going to say. ". . . I guess not."
"In fact," pressed Carol, "she even seems to WANT to spend
time with her grandfather, and, from the way she talks, is even
PROUD of "taking good care" of him, don't you think?" Once
having gotten ONE admission from her husband, Carol wasn't about
to let the bit get out of her teeth, until she had him admitting
to what she had already previously figured out.
"I guess so." George was cornered, and knew it. Still, he
couldn't disagree with anything his wife had said . . . Yet.
"So, since we're fairly sure she isn't getting hurt, and
also pretty sure that she WILL get hurt, if we go in making all
sorts of accusations, then maybe we'd better leave things alone?"
"What?!" This was too much for George. "You're not
suggesting that we just let my father go right on fucking our
daughter, are you?" He deliberately used the coarsest term he
could; trying to shock his wife.
"If he's happy, and more importantly, if SHE is happy, why
not?" asked Carol. This was the conclusion she had slowly been
working up to all week. "After all," she continued, "every other
thing we might do, looks like it would just make things worse.
Now don't you agree?" Carol held her breath.
"I suppose . . . but it just doesn't seem right to let him
go right on fucking her behind our backs!" George finally let go
with the item that had rankled him second-most, once he realized
that Miranda was NOT being hurt by whatever was going on between
her and his father.
"No," agreed Carol. "And there's yet ANOTHER reason we have
to find out what's REALLY going on."
"What's that?" By now, George was suspicious of anything
his wife had to say. After all, if you looked at it, she had
just gotten him to agree to let his own father continue having
sex with his 10 year old little girl, as if it was normal for a
child that young to fuck her own grandfather.
"She might get pregnant."
"Oh shit," said George, with feeling. "That really tears
it! But you're right. We just CAN'T let her go on fucking him,
(if she is) when she might get pregnant."
"Uh George," said Carol.
"What?"
"You haven't thought this through. What if she WANTS to get
pregnant?"
"Huh? She CAN'T! I mean, she's only 10 years old!" George
felt like he was about to cry, for his child's "lost innocence."
Only he wondered if she ever had any innocence to lose? From the
sound of it, Miranda had been . . . been sleeping with her
grandfather since she was 6 years old . . . or even less. They
didn't even know when she had started. (Or for that matter IF
she had started, as they weren't completely sure she HAD started
yet. It was all speculation.)
5
"George," reminded his wife, "if she's been fucking him,
she's been doing it for over four years now. She knows where
babies come from . . . .
I made sure she did, when she was eight. I didn't want her
getting pregnant by accident. If she DOES get pregnant, I'm
pretty sure it will NOT be by accident, as I'm sure her
grandfather would supply her with anything she needed, if she
asked."
"Oh shit," was her husband's only response.
They both sat there quietly for a while. Finally the man
stirred. "Well, what ARE we going to do?" he asked. "You say we
can't just go right out and ASK her."
"I've got an idea," said Carol, "but you're not going to
like it."
"What?" asked George, suspiciously. Somehow he knew his
wife was going to be right about his "not liking it," and somehow
he knew he was going to be talked into it anyway. He was right.
"NO!" he exploded, when she first broached the idea.
"Absolutely NOT! You're out of your mind, and I won't do it!"
By that afternoon, his objections had gone to "I
can't . . . . She's my own daughter . . . . It's bad enough that
Dad is doing it, but not me."
By nightfall, his protestations had subsided to: "Are you
SURE about this? I don't want any of the kids thinking I 'came
on' to any of them."
"George," soothed the woman, "I told you . . . if you do it
right, Miranda won't think anything of it. I'm sure she loves
you just as much or more than her grandfather. And I know you're
even LESS likely to hurt her than he is. So, if she's just an
'innocent little girl' and we're mistaken about this, she'll
treat it as innocently, and nobody will get hurt by wild
accusations. On the other hand, if she's been 'doing it' with
her grandfather all these years, she won't even ask what you
mean. So either way, nobody is hurt."
"I am," he said, a little bitterly.
"Oh?" she asked; now with a little bit of mirth in her
voice. "Is fucking a horny little 10 year old girl who actually
WANTS to get fucked, going to 'hurt' you so bad? Or is it the
fact that her grandfather got in her tight little hole first,
that bothers you so much. Your prick doesn't seem to be so
turned-off by the idea."
This was the truth. By now, his wife's erotic plan had
begun to arouse George, in SPITE of his feeling guilty at the
thought of "molesting" his own child. Only, if Carol was right,
he wouldn't be molesting her. If she was the innocent little
girl he had thought she was before that morning, then she still
would be when she went to sleep that night. If she wasn't
innocent, then he would only give her something she seemed to be
missing, since her grandfather wasn't there. In any case, he
wasn't going to FORCE his little girl to do anything she didn't
want to do. "OK," he sighed; finally capitulating. "If you say
so."
6
Carol smiled at him. How could she NOT love her husband,
for being so protective of the little girl they both loved.
Tonight, AFTER they found out whether Miranda "needed help" like
they suspected she had been helping her grandfather, she was
going to tell George all about her queasy stomach, and what she
suspected was causing it. He deserved a reward for taking such
good care of their little girl.
Carol had to giggle again. If he "took REAL good care" of
the little girl, then possibly HER stomach would be "queasy" in
another month or two. Damn, what a sexy idea. Two babies at the
same time. Carol always HAD wanted a big family. Only they
never could afford it, until now.
"Why is it," she mused, "that you can't afford children,
until you're almost too old to have them?" Well, maybe at least
ONE of her daughters wouldn't have that problem. She giggled
again at the thought of what she was going to say to her
daughter. Carol almost couldn't STOP giggling all through
supper, and all the time she watched TV, until bedtime. It made
it hard to act sick, like she was supposed to be; but rumbles in
her stomach helped.
At 9:30, it was bedtime, and a little past. All three
children had to be in school the next day. As they headed off to
their own bedrooms, Carol stopped her eldest daughter.
"Miranda?" she said.
"Yes, Momma?" The child's voice was an octave higher.
"Could you do me a favor tonight?" Carol made her voice
sound a little pleading.
"Uh, what?" Even at 10, the little girl wasn't dumb enough
to get trapped into taking out the garbage or something like
that, without at least putting up a token rejection that showed
she was being "put-upon". Even kids want to know that their
efforts are seen as efforts, and not just something expected of
them. Only the "chore" that her mother was "expecting" her to
"help" with tonight, was completely unexpected.
"I have a headache tonight, (not completely a lie) and your
father has been so nice lately I want him to feel good."
The little girl just raised her eyebrows (something she had
just learned to do recently) to urge her mother to continue.
"So, you know how you 'take care' of Grandpa Mike?" she
asked.
For a moment, the little girl looked wary. "Uhuh," she
said; noncommittally.
Her older brother (also named Mike, after his grandfather)
had stopped to listen, His eyes were as big as quarters; but he
didn't say a word.
"Well," continued Carol; now SURE of what had been going on,
"I was wondering if you could 'take care of' your father, the
same way. If you don't mind, that is."
Carol held her breath. Would the little girl get all
uptight at the suggestion?
7
Miranda considered it. "Are you SURE you won't mind?" she
asked.
Now Carol grinned; and let out her breath with a gust. The
little girl was asking HER, if she minded! "Not if you don't,"
she replied, "I would really appreciate it. Please?"
"OK, Momma," she said. "If you're sure." The little 10-
year-old dashed off to her bedroom leaving a sentence trailing in
the air. "Grampa Mike always said HIS wife wouldn't have
understood him fucking me; though I don't know why . . . .
Thanks Momma!"
The little girl COULDN'T have said, "him fucking me," could
she? Carol wondered if she had really heard right. Well, in
half an hour, her husband would know for sure. She had
instructed him to go into the little girl's bedroom then, and
start getting undressed. If Miranda objected, or even wondered
what he was doing, then he was to pick up his clothes and leave.
If not, then he was to let HER call the shots. Since her mother
had instructed her to, "take care of her father, just like she
took care of her grandfather," whatever she did then would let
them know how far the old man had gone with the little girl,
without them ever having to ask, or look like they were accusing
somebody of something.
George was nervous and jittering, (so was Carol) when she
finally sent him down the hall to their daughter's bedroom.
After waiting 10, 15, and finally 20 minutes, and not
hearing screams of either horror, fright, pain, or even ecstasy,
Carol could stand the suspense no more. Putting on her
housecoat, (just in case) she padded down the hall to the little
girl's bedroom and peeked in. What a sight.
George was decidedly naked, and in definitely what could be
called a "compromising position" as he was lying between his
daughter's legs, with his big prick sliding in and out of her hot
little hole, while she humped back at her father. The bed was
making "squeak-squeak" noises, as he slid in and out.
Both partners were too involved in what they were doing to
notice the older woman looking in on them. For all the obscenity
of a father fucking his own daughter, with his bare quivering
prick about to squirt thick white gobs of the same sperm that
created her 11 years earlier, in the little girl's sucking young
womb, it was obvious that this was NO rape. The little girl had
her legs locked around her father's back; humping back at him
just as hard as he was pushing into her; while mewls of
satisfaction showed that this was not only not the first time the
child had been fucked, but she knew just what to do to make it
feel good . . . both to herself, AND to her lover. "Oh God!"
gasped George, "I'm going to cum in you . . . .
I can't help it."
"Do it, Daddy," gasped the little girl, in response, "do it,
do it, do it."
If anything, the action on the bed got even MORE violent;
rocking the bed until the headboard started hitting the wall in
the characteristic "thump . . . thump . . . thump," of the
natural period of sex.
8
"Boy, Dad is really putting it to her, isn't he?" commented
the interested voice of a teenaged boy at Carol's elbow. The
woman almost jumped out of her skin; banging an elbow on the
doorway. Her son Mike was watching his sister get fucked, as if
he saw it every day, while their little sister was looking past
her mother at her father and sister "getting it on" with eyes as
big as saucers. Still the little girl didn't express shock or
surprise at seeing her big sister getting fucked with a vigor
that would make a lot of grown women cry out.
"Oh. . Oh! I'm gonna . . ." The man's warning seemed to
just incite his younger lover. "Do it, Daddy," she almost
shrieked, "cum in me, cum in me, cum, cum, cum . . . ."
Her voice reduced to almost mindless babbling, as she locked
her heels around her father's legs, so he couldn't have extracted
his prick from inside her if he had wanted to. It was suddenly
obvious that George no longer wanted to avoid knocking up his own
daughter. With a bellow to echo her screech, he suddenly jammed
his swollen prick as far as it would go, up inside his daughter's
tight little slit. From the frantic jabbing and grunts, it was
obvious to the rest of the family that the child's father was
ejaculating his sperm in his daughter's womb; doing his best to
plant his seed as far up inside the little girl as he could.
"Feel it, Honey," he said; trying to emphasize the obscenity of a
man breeding his own daughter, "that's Daddy's sperm squirting
inside you. Daddy's getting his little girl pregnant. Oh Honey!
Take it. Daddy's going to make a baby in that cute little tummy
of yours." With each sentence, George jammed his swollen peter
as far up in his daughter's heaving young belly as he could;
doing his best to father a child on his own daughter.
Miranda wasn't much better than he was; groaning "Do it
Daddy, do it, do it, do it," in mindless fashion, as she worked
her nubile young body back at her rutting father.
Finally the frantic mating of the little girl and her father
slowed down to just fucking, and the two incestuous lovers
collapsed on the bed; with the big man almost covering the little
girl, and his thick prick still leaking a few last drops of thick
sticky cum inside her sucking young womb.
"Oh God, that was good," gasped George.
"Thanks Daddy," said Miranda, when the little girl finally
caught HER breath. "Did I do it right?" she asked. "I don't
often do it this way, in the bed, as Grandpa likes me to sit on
him most of the time. So, I hope I did OK."
"Oh God," gasped George. "You did just fine, Honey. . . .
You did just fine."
"Thanks Daddy," said the little girl, "I thought so, but I
wasn't sure. I promised Momma I'd take good care of you, just
like Grandpa, but I wasn't sure which way you liked best. I
don't want Momma mad at me, because I didn't do a good job."
"From the look of you two, I'd say you did a darned good
job," commented the woman in question. She then turned to her
other two offspring and said, "The show's over kids. You two had
better be getting back to bed . . . OK?"
9
"OK, Momma," replied the two children, and headed back to
their own rooms. For a moment, Carol was worried that her son
might turn into his little sister's bedroom with her, but he went
right on by, after giving one long last look at his still
obscenely coupled father and sister. Neither child had seemed to
be in the least bit shocked or surprised to see their father and
sister mating like minks in the little girl's bed.
"Well," said Carol, "you two sure did it up brown, didn't
you? Are you having periods yet?" she asked the little girl.
At the child's puzzled frown, she was relieved. If Miranda
didn't know what periods were, then she probably wasn't having
any. Still . . . .
"Periods," she amplified, "monthlies, menstruating,
bleeding between your legs, about once a month."
"Oh," said Miranda; then seemed to think a little. "I
dunno," she said, "I think I did last time, about a week
ago . . . before that, I'm not sure."
Oh shit. Oh well; time enough to worry about that
later . . . .
If the little girl was going to get pregnant tonight, then
she probably already was.
"Thanks for taking care of your father," she said; causing
the little girl's face to brighten in both relief and pride.
"I'm still feeling a little morning-sickness," she said, bringing
an open-mouthed gape from her husband. "So would you do me a
favor, and let Daddy sleep with you tonight, and take care of him
in the morning too? I would really appreciate it."
George's mouth was gaping like a fish. "But, but, but . . .
," he said, quietly.
Her husband's quiet protestations were swamped by the
enthusiastic response of his 10 year old daughter. "You MEAN it
Momma?" she asked; squirming from beneath her father and going
over to hug the woman. "I can 'take care of' Daddy all night
long? Just like I do with Grandpa? You don't mind? Oh, thank
you Momma, thank you, thank you!"
The child seemed to be completely unaware of the obscene
sight she made; with her bare body and her cunny drooling gray
gobs of incestuous cum that dripped on the floor, and slid in an
obscene glob down her skinny little leg.
"IF you take care of yourself," agreed Carol; pointing out
the mess the little girl was about to make on the carpet.
Miranda giggled and dashed off towards the bathroom to wipe
up.
George looked at his wife in the sudden silence. "You set
me up," he accused.
Carol giggled. "Yes, I did," she agreed. "Are you sorry?"
She knew George would be lying, if he said he was.
"No," he grudgingly admitted, "you were right . . . .
She DID like it. Too damned well, in fact. If we keep this
up, that cute little girl is going to be just as pregnant as you
are, before the month is out."
Suddenly, a thought seemed to occur to the man. "Or is that
the whole idea?" he asked, suspiciously.
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Carol grinned at her husband, and nodded. "If SHE doesn't
mind getting pregnant," she said, "then I don't mind raising two
children together, instead of just one . . . .
Only remember, this one might not be yours, (well MINE is
anyway) it might be your father's."
"I'll kill that bastard yet," he growled.
"Oh, don't get so mad at him . . . .
If he hadn't started her, you would never have felt her
tight little cunny squeezing the sperm out of your prick, and up
inside her, where it belonged, now would you?" she teased him.
"I suppose," he finally capitulated, "but it doesn't seem
right, for a girl to fuck her own grandfather."
"And it DOES seem right for her to fuck her father, and
carry his baby?" she asked.
For once, George had nothing more to say . . . except
obscene things to his giggling squirming horny young daughter,
who picked that moment to return and slide into bed with him.
Carol grinned to herself, and left. It was obvious, that
the horny little 10-year-old was going to take GOOD care of her
father that night . . . .
Just like she had so obviously been doing with her
grandfather, for the last four or five years.
That night, Carol could hardly sleep; thinking about the
obscene things going on between her daughter and husband, in the
little girl's room. Three times that night Carol had to finger
herself off, at the thought of her husband's thick prick
ejaculating his potent seed in their 10 year old daughter's
fertile young womb. She could almost see in her mind's eye, the
child's tiny vagina stretching to accept her father's fat penis,
while it throbbed and spat thick white jets of the man's potent
sperm at the little girl's cervix, until their daughter's tunnel
was almost awash in the sticky goo of her own father's seed.
Then, thinking of her little girl sleeping like that; with
her own father's thick white cum soaking into her vagina, all
night long, like the child had done so many times before, with
her grandfather's sperm soaking into her womb, was enough to get
the horny woman to climax yet again. By the time she finally got
to sleep, Carol was wet and exhausted from climaxing.
The next morning, Carol watched her husband and daughter
emerge from the little girl's bedroom. Miranda was bright-eyed,
and bubbling with girlish enthusiasm, as she swung a leg over her
chair. and attacked a bowl of cereal ravenously. George, on the
other hand, looked like a cat that had it's tail caught in the
wringer of an old-fashioned washing-machine and dragged through
bodily. His eyes were bleary, and he almost staggered to the
table, where he collapsed; gratefully accepting a cup of his
wife's coffee. Still, there was a satisfied, almost satiated
look to the man's eyes that almost screamed contentment.
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"Well?" asked Carol. "Did you take 'good care of' your
father last night?" As if she had to ask. From the shrunken
look of her husband's penis, and the liquid drooling from her
daughter's slit, (making an obscene puddle on the seat of her
chair) it was obvious that the child had drained every drop of
potent seed her father had in him.
Miranda didn't seem to be bothered by her mother's
questions; nor by the interested gazes of her two siblings at her
well-used body that was dripping their father's sperm in an
obscene puddle of goo, right in front of them. It was almost as
if she had been in that position many times before, and it no
longer bothered her.
"Yes Momma," she said proudly, around a mouthful of cereal,
"I took GOOD care of Daddy last night. He fucked me FOUR times,
and I think he squirted more cum inside me each time, than
Grandpa Mike does." The little girl paused for a moment to have
another bite of cereal, before continuing. "Thanks Momma," she
said; then continued hopefully, "Can I do it again tonight? . . .
Please?"
By the time breakfast was over, the little girl had somehow
managed to get her mother to allow her father to sleep in the
little girl's bed almost every other night, and to let the little
girl fuck him, whenever her mother didn't need some herself.
That weekend, Carol was nervous. Even though her daughter
was spending about every other night "sleeping" with her father,
it STILL seemed obscene somehow to drop the little girl off at
her father-in-law's place, and pick the little girl up the next
day with her own grandfather's seed wriggling its way up inside
the pre-pubescent child's womb; searching for her ripening eggs.
Still, the little girl seemed to like it; insisting that,
"Grandpa Mike still needs 'taking care of' too!" Well, if the
little girl didn't mind, then the old man probably DID need some
sexual-relief now and then. So he was getting it with his own
granddaughter . . . .
As long as she didn't mind; was that any worse than having
the child take her own father's thick sperm up inside her tight
little belly, while the man actually TRIED to get his own
daughter pregnant, by squirting thick white jets of baby-making
sperm in the little girl's womb? Carol wasn't sure.
By three months later, Carol had gotten used to the idea of
her barely pubescent daughter fucking both her grandfather AND
father. She had to be; as Miranda had already missed one period.
Carol was fairly sure the baby was her husband's, as the man had
been ejaculating his sperm in the child's womb at least two or
three times a day; before she went to school in the morning, when
she went to bed at night, and quite often once or twice during
the day as well. But Carol couldn't be sure, as the child's
grandfather had also left his incestuous seed in the child's
tummy at least three or four times each weekend, and several
times in between; when Carol had left the little girl with her
grandfather so he could "babysit" her . . . .
Sit a baby in the little girl's fertile young womb, that is.
Carol had a chuckle at the thought.
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By this time, her father-in-law was aware that Miranda's
parents knew about him and his granddaughter. He had expected
someone to eventually find out; with the sheriff coming to take
him away when it happened. He had just figured it was worth it,
to fuck a little girl that young, who didn't seem to mind;
wanting to "take good care" of her grandfather's needs . . . .
Even when those "needs" involved the old man sticking his
swollen prick up inside Miranda's tiny little hole, and filling
the child's immature young womb with gob after big sticky gob of
her own grandfather's thick white baby-making sperm.
He had felt guilty but couldn't resist, when Miranda had
crawled into his bed that first night, and "volunteered" to take
her grandmother's place. He had been too horny to think
straight, and then felt too guilty after he had finished
ejaculating what felt like pints of incestuous sperm in the
child's virginal young womb; filling the little girl's belly with
jet after thick white jet of her own grandfather's potent seed.
Only Miranda had never let him feel guilty for long; insisting
that she "didn't mind" taking his sperm right up inside her tight
little vagina or eager young mouth, and actually WANTED to do it,
if it would make her grandfather "feel good". After the first
three times on weekends, it just somehow just became Miranda's
"job" to "take care of Grandpa" whenever the kids were visiting,
by sleeping in his bed with him.
Even when his granddaughter wasn't squeezing the sperm out
of his prick and up into her womb with her incredibly tight
little cunny, or sucking him off with her warm eager mouth, the
older man STILL found it extremely pleasant to snuggle up to the
little girl and just sleep in the same bed with the child;
sometimes with his thick prick tucked up between his
granddaughter's legs, and sometimes not.
Each time someone had found out he was fucking the child,
(First his grandson Mike, then her little sister, and finally her
parents.) Mike had been almost certain he would be hauled off to
the pokey; labeled as a "child-molester" and probably end up dead
within a year or two. Life had been miserable after his wife
died, and so sweet after Miranda took her place (at least on
weekends and vacations) that he had felt it was WORTH the risk.
He figured he could die happy now.
Only the other shoe had never fallen, and now his
granddaughter was pregnant . . . possibly with HIS baby even.
Life couldn't get any better than this . . . .
Or so he thought.
"Now remember what I said," Carol told the three children,
as she dropped them off in front of her father-in-law's house.
"Yes Momma," sighed the three kids. They weren't annoyed at
what the woman wanted them to do; only at her reminding them for
what seemed like the twenty-third time. "We KNOW what to do,"
said Mike; firmly shutting the car door. "So you and Dad go have
a good time. WE will take good care of Grandpa . . . OK?"
"OK." In spite of herself, the woman had to grin at her
offspring. "You kids have a good time too."
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"We will, Momma; don't we always?" reminded Miranda;
impatiently waiting for her mother to be gone, so she could "get
going" with her grandfather.
Three hours later, Carol picked them up again. "Well?" she
asked. The woman's panties were soaked, as she had spent the
whole three hours at the mall thinking more about the obscene
things her children were doing while she was shopping, than on
what she was there to buy. Afterwards, Carol never COULD even
remember which shops she had gone into; although her credit-card
showed several debits for stores she couldn't even remember
entering.
"It went just fine," laconically observed Mike. Jenny just
giggled.
Carol almost collapsed in her seat, as an unexpected orgasm
overtook her. The knowledge that her youngest daughter now had
her grandfather's seed squirming up in her cute little 7 year old
belly, just like her big sister, was too much for the older
woman. She knew she would have to change panties when she got
home, and probably clean up the car seat too. It was worth it.
"Tell me about it," she barely croaked, as she recovered
enough to start the car and head for home. "I want to hear every
detail."
Jenny just giggled, and Miranda wasn't much better. The two
little girls were so worn out from whatever they had been doing
(Carol's mind almost exploded with erotic fantasies) that they
weren't in any shape to give a coherent picture of what had gone
on since she had dropped the three kids off. So, their older
brother Mike decided it was up to him. At 13 years old, the boy
hadn't yet reached the age where sex was the be-all and end-all
that it seemed to be for his parents, grandfather, and yes, even
his two little sisters. While the boy LIKED sex, he didn't feel
obligated to stick his prick in just any hole that was available,
like his horny grandfather did. He DID like to watch, however.
So he had observed the whole seduction, just like he had watched
so many other times over the years, when his little sister had
thought she was getting away with something by sleeping in her
grandfather's bed without anybody suspecting what they were doing
there. Only Mike had always known, from the first night. He had
just never said anything. Not even when his grandfather caught
him peeking. It hadn't been HIS fault, when their little sister
Jennifer caught him looking into their grandfather's bedroom,
where the old man was just about to fill his little sister's womb
with thick dollops of his incestuous seed, like he had been doing
for years. Or at least, Mike didn't think so. He HAD been the
one who kept the youngster from blabbing everything to their
parents though. Since Miranda seemed to enjoy it, the boy didn't
think it was up to him OR his little sister to "tattle" on her.
Besides, it was fun to watch. So, for the last year, he and
Jenny had quite often sneaked down to the hall, and watched their
grandfather and sister "get it on" when they went to visit. It
had become the standard joke between the three of them, about it
being Miranda's job to "take care of Grandpa" in bed, as well as
in the kitchen.
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(The little girl WAS becoming a fairly good cook, for a
little girl. No, that's being chauvinistic. The little girl WAS
a good cook . . . period.) Only she took care of her
grandfather's sexual needs, just as well as she took care of his
other appetites.
Miranda never HAD seen anything wrong with that, and neither
had her two siblings. Thus, since Miranda was pregnant, it had
taken almost no pressure on Carol's part to persuade the three
kids to have Jennifer "learn how to take care of Grandpa" just
like her big sister did. Now the little girl was sitting there,
in the back seat, with a tummyful of her own grandfather's seed,
and Carol just HAD to hear how the little girl had done it. So
Mike, being the only one of the three kids not actively involved,
told his mother what he had watched his two little sisters do.
"It went just like you planned it, Mother," he started. "We
had barely gotten in the house, when Miranda and Grandpa Mike
headed for the bedroom, like they usually do." Here a giggle
from his little sister temporarily interrupted the boy's story.
Mike glared at the girl, and continued, "Only this time, Jenny
and I followed them. We usually do anyway, as it's fun to watch
Grandpa and Mindy go at it, but usually we wait until they've had
a chance to get started. THIS time, like you suggested, we both
got undressed in the living-room, and then went down to see how
they were doing."
Here the boy paused to draw breath, before going on.
"Well, surprisingly, Grandpa and Mindy were just finishing
getting undressed themselves, when Jenny and I showed up. For a
second, I think Grandpa was shocked. I mean, Jenny and I had
quite often watched them before, but we were usually dressed when
we did . . . .
Except for a few times, when we got out of bed to watch them
during vacation, that is. For a moment, I think Grandpa actually
expected ME to fuck Jenny, while he fucked her big sister.
<Giggle.> Fat chance. My own sister? Anyway, when he found out
I wasn't planning on sticking my "thing" up inside Jenny, he
asked what WE were planning on doing? We all knew what HE
planned on doing with our sister. So, just like you suggested,
Mindy said she wanted to show Jenny how to take care of him, just
like she did . . . .
So Jenny was going to watch, and once she was sure she knew
how, she would try doing it . . . if it was OK with him, that is.
How Mindy kept from giggling when she said that, I'll never know.
It was all I could do to keep from laughing. At first, Grandpa
wasn't so sure. 'She's a little young,' he said. I DID laugh at
that, and so did Mindy. 'Grandpa!' she said, 'I was a LOT
younger than THAT, when I started helping you.' She's right you
know. I think Mindy was still 5, just before her 6th birthday,
just after Grandma died, the first time she climbed out of bed
with me, and went down the hall naked, to 'take care of Grandpa.'
Jenny is at LEAST a year and a half older than that. So, all
three of us giggled. After a while, I guess Grandpa thought it
was funny too, because he finally grinned at us; waved at Mindy,
and said something like, 'Come here Miranda, let's show your
little sister how it's done.' And then he did it."
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Carol barely managed to avoid hitting a pole, as she drove
into the garage. The story of her little girls' seduction of
their grandfather was too distracting. "Let's get in the house,"
she said, "and finish it there. If I don't get out of these
clothes . . . ."
The whole family scrambled to gather up their things,
including the ones Carol had picked up at the mall, and dash into
the house. There was another pause, while two of the children
used the bathroom, and Carol slipped out of her sweaty clothes,
and into a silk chemise she had gotten to tease her husband with.
(It turned out, that she had two more of them in the bag from the
mall; in sizes suitable for an 8 and 12 year old little girl.
Where she found such erotic wear in sizes suitable for little
girls, Carol never DID remember; though she searched the mall for
months afterwards.)
After a quick drink (of milk) to satisfy their thirst, the
whole family sat down in the living-room to hear the older boy
finish telling their mother what had happened in the three hours
that she had left them with their grandfather. Carol slumped
down in the big chair; unashamedly fingering her bare cunny (She
had deliberately left her panties off.) while she listened to the
rest of her son's story about her two daughters and their
grandfather. After all, it wasn't as though ANY of the kids were
strangers to sex or masturbation. Mike kept his eyes glued to
his mother's fingers working in and out of her sopping-wet slit,
while he resumed his story.
"As I said," he started, "Grandpa and Mindy agreed to show
our little sister how she had been taking care of him. Now Jenny
and I had watched them before, but always from the doorway, where
we couldn't see too good, and we were usually dressed too.
Besides, we all knew that Jenny would be taking HER turn with
Grandpa, once Mindy showed her how.
Mostly, in the past, when Mindy slept with Grandpa, and we
watched, we didn't see to much, as Grandpa was usually on top,
and we could hardly see Mindy. This time it was different.
Grandpa Mike lay back on the bed, and Mindy got on top of him.
Grandpa's 'thing' is a lot bigger than mine, but not nearly so
big as Daddy's. Mindy seemed to like it a lot. It was sticking
straight up, and our sister was about to just climb on top of
Grandpa, and just put it in and slide down, when he made her
stop. He said, 'If you're going to teach your little sister how
to fuck, then you'd better do it right. I don't want to
accidentally hurt her, you know.' We weren't quite sure what
Grandpa meant, until he started showing us his penis, Mindy's
pussy, and different parts of her body and his. He told us about
his balls, or 'testicles' and how they made the stuff that makes
babies, so he could get my little sister pregnant, if she wanted
to. He then told how Mindy's body made eggs, and sometimes a
man's sperm would get to one and make a baby in her, just like
either Daddy or he had done with Mindy. He then asked Jenny if
she would mind him trying to make a baby in her, like he did with
her big sister. Well, Jenny of course, told him that she wanted
to 'take good care of him, just like Mindy does.'
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I think Grandpa likes the idea of making a baby in our
little sister; even though he tells us she's too young to have a
baby yet. His 'thing' got even bigger, when she said that, and
some slippery stuff started leaking out of the tip.
Grandpa told us that this stuff was called 'pre-cum' and it
made his 'cock' slippery, so he could get it in Mindy, without
hurting her. This was especially important for little girls like
Jennifer or like Mindy was, as otherwise it would hurt, when he
tried to stick his thing up inside her vagina."
Here Mike paused for breath again, before continuing.
"I don't know. It looked to ME, as if it would hurt either
of them anyway, as Grandpa's 'thing' looked even bigger than
Mindy's hole; let alone Jenny. I still can't believe he got it
inside Mindy, when she was over a year younger than our little
sister! But he did, and I've never heard Mindy complain, either.
Of course, NOW she fucks Daddy; and he's even bigger than
Grandpa.
Well, Grandpa explained how a girl's 'thing' stretches, at
least, if the man is slippery enough, so most girls can take a
bigger man's cock than ever looks like it will fit inside her
hole. He had our sister demonstrate, by getting on top of him,
and having us watch while she slid down.
It was quite something. First Mindy rubbed Grandpa's thing
around her crack; then she put it up against her hole, and slowly
sat down until it had all vanished up inside her. Her hole just
seemed to stretch, and stretch, and stretch some more, until the
end of Grandpa's thing suddenly slipped inside her. I almost
expected to hear a 'pop' but didn't. Then Mindy sat down on him;
wriggling her hips around, like she was stirring him inside her,
until she was sitting on his lap, and had the whole thing inside
her.
By this time, Jenny and I were playing with ourselves, while
we watched. It would have been too frustrating, not to."
By this time, Carol was rubbing HER clitty, as she listened
to the description of her father-in-law fucking her little girl.
All three kids were also masturbating, as they listened (or
talked). The story was too sexually exciting to listen to,
without having SOME kind of relief. Mike continued, while slowly
stroking his prick; glancing occasionally at his two sisters'
bare cunnies, as they stroked them, but mainly looking at his
mother's more mature vagina, and her obscene actions with
sometimes two or even three fingers up inside her, while she used
another one or her thumb to rub her swollen clit.
"For a moment they just sat there," he continued. "Then
Mindy started sliding up and down on him; pulling up until
Grandpa's thing almost came out, then sliding down until you
could only see his balls outside her. I guess that 'doing it' in
front of me and Jenny must have been exciting to Grandpa, because
he suddenly grabbed Mindy by the hips, and pulled her down on
him, while he pushed up inside her as hard as he could.
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'Grandpa's squirting the stuff that makes babies inside me,'
said Mindy to us. I guess Grandpa was too busy squirting that
white-stuff up inside her to say anything. After a second, Jenny
and I saw a white glob of something making a gooey puddle down
where his thing went into Mindy's body. 'I think that's the
stuff that makes babies,' I told Jenny, and later Grandpa told us
that I was right. For a moment or two, Grandpa and Mindy just
sat there, with Grandpa shivering, while he kept pushing his
'thing' up in our sister as hard as he could. Then he stopped.
'I'm sorry,' he said, 'I just couldn't help myself.'
'It's OK, Grandpa,' said Mindy, 'I don't mind.'
Jenny and I didn't know what they were talking about, until
they pulled apart, and Grandpa explained that usually he took
longer to 'cum' as he called it; so usually Mindy 'got off' too;
whatever that means. I think he meant like Mindy felt so good
the other day, when Daddy did it. Mindy said she had fun anyway;
so it was Jenny's turn.
The moment Mindy climbed off of Grandpa, Jenny climbed on.
Grandpa started to say something about how she would have to wait
for his prick to get hard again; but our little sister ignored
him. I think she was too excited to wait. Anyway, before he
could stop her, or even really object, Jenny was fitting the
gooey white-streaked thing up against HER little crack, just like
Mindy had. I thought she would be disgusted at how gooey and
messy it looked, with thick white gobs of some gooey stuff
dripping down the side. But Jenny didn't seem to mind.
I guess it just made Grandpa's 'thing' that much slipperier,
so she could get it inside her. Grandpa had barely started to
object that his prick wouldn't stay hard enough to get inside
Jenny, when it was already halfway inside her. God, that was fun
to watch.
If it was exciting to watch Grandpa stick his big old "baby-
maker" as he called it up inside Mindy's crack, it was even MORE
exciting to watch our little sister trying to cram that big pole
into herself. At first, it didn't look like it would go; but
with all the slippery-stuff Grandpa had squirted inside her big
sister, it DID begin to go in. Grandpa was right. Having a lot
of slippery stuff on his prick made it a lot easier for Jenny to
get it inside her."
There was an interruption at this point, as the children's
mother came to a noisy climax. Hearing about her 7 year old
daughter forcing her grandfather's cum-smeared prick up inside
her virginal young cunt was too much for the older woman. Her
body was wracked with spasms, as the very thought of her father-
in-law's thick cum-dribbling prick going into her child's body
made her cum over and over again. Carol was barely aware of her
children gathering around to watch; just like they had earlier
watched her daughter getting fucked. She felt a slap of wet
against the back of her hand, and realized that her son was
ejaculating his boyish seed directly at her. Even as she became
aware of this, yet another thin white jet squirted against the
hand she had working three fingers deep inside her creaming
snatch.
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Carol pulled her hand out; then stuffed it back in; forcing
her son's seed into her horny hole. She almost hoped she WASN'T
pregnant yet, so she could be, by her own son. Still another
climax wracked her body at this obscene thought; while her son
deliberately aimed his last squirt of sperm into the mess she was
making of her crotch; since she didn't seem to mind. A last
*splat* of sticky white licked across her tummy and draped itself
into her widespread cunny lips.
Carol deliberately pulled her fingers out of her crotch;
wiped up the slippery white goo on her tummy; and then
re-inserted her cum-dribbling fingers in her still-climaxing
cunny. Two, then three more climaxes wracked her body at the
obscene thought of inseminating herself with her own son's seed.
Finally she relaxed in the warm afterglow of a great orgasm.
"Next time you do that," she said to Mike, "why don't you squirt
it right up inside me, where it belongs?"
The 13-year-old grinned at his mother sprawled on the big
chair with the silky chemise pulled halfway up her smooth tummy,
and her furry snatch still showing white specks of his incestuous
sperm. A gooey drip from the gaping hole showed that his mother
hadn't quite succeeded in getting it all inside her. "Maybe I
will," he said, "next time you're fertile, and don't already have
Dad's baby inside you."
"Damn," she thought, "where do kids these days get such
ideas?"
"It's a date," she said; grinning. All three kids grinned
back.
"Now tell me the rest," she said; now that the horny
pressure had been relieved. "I'm sure your grandfather did more
than just stick his prick in Jenny."
"Not much more," contradicted Mike. "After he got about
halfway inside her, Jenny let out a squeak of, 'Oh my,' or
possibly, 'Ohmigosh!'. Whatever was bothering her, she couldn't
stop sliding down Grandpa's 'thing' though. There was just a
second's pause, and she suddenly slipped all the way down with an
"OW!" that must have really hurt. Damn, was that exciting. You
wouldn't believe how sexy she looked with Grandpa's thing stuck
all the way up inside her."
"Oh wouldn't I?" murmured Carol at the obscene thought of
her little 7 year old girl, with her grandfather's prick buried
to the hilt in the child's belly. She almost climaxed again, at
the very thought of her father-in-law's prick all the way up in
the child; leaking pre-cum and sperm in the little girl's
developing young womb. Her son was right; it was incredibly
sexy! "Go on," she prompted.
"Well, in spite of already squirting in Mindy, It only took
Jenny about three slides up and down Grandpa's 'thing' until he
squirted almost as much of that white-stuff in her, as he had in
Mindy. By that time, I had squirted some white-stuff out of MY
'thing' all over Mindy's hand; as she was helping me play with
myself, while we both watched."
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A thought occurred to his mother. "How come YOU never fuck
Miranda?" she asked. "I mean, you've obviously known about her
and your grandfather for years. I'm sure if she's been fucking
her grandfather all this time, she probably wouldn't mind 'taking
care of' you too."
"MUUUTTHHEEERR!" The little boy's disdain was obvious.
"She's my SISTER." The way the boy said, "sister" made you think
of the way most people would talk about something slimy they
might find, when they turned over a rock. It was obvious that
the 13-year-old did NOT think that "sisters" qualified as human-
beings, or (in this case) possible girlfriends . . . .
On the other hand, such appearances can be deceiving.
"Besides," he said suddenly twinkling at the slightly outraged
look on both of his little sisters' faces. "Kim Waymark is twice
as good a fuck as either one of those two."
Oh shit! Kim Waymark was the TWELVE year old girl next
door, that Carol had thought her son hadn't any interest in. If
her luck was running true to form, neither one of the kids were
probably using birth-control, and her son quite possibly could
have the little girl, "in a family way," already. (She was
right. It was, they weren't, and he had.) And here she had
thought the kid wasn't interested in girls! As for the
implications of her son's comment comparing the sexual prowness
of the little girl next door, with that of his two
sisters . . . .
Carol didn't have the nerve to ask right yet. Later
perhaps.
"Tell me the rest," she sighed. By now, after three
orgasms, Carol was almost wrung out. Still, she wanted to hear
ALL about her little girl's first time with her grandfather.
"As I said, not much more," repeated Mike. "Grandpa started
saying all sorts of funny things to Jenny, like, 'Grandpa's
cumming in you,' and 'Feel it Honey, that's the stuff that makes
babies Grandpa is squirting inside you . . . .
Your grandfather is going to make a baby in that cute little
belly or yours,' and other stuff like that; about little girls
with big bellies, and stuff about being knocked out or something
like that."
"Knocked-up," supplied Carol. "It means she's going to have
a baby."
"Yeah, that's it," reaffirmed her son. "I thought Jenny was
too little to have a baby. I didn't know girls like her COULD
get pregnant."
"She can't," replied Carol. "That doesn't mean it isn't fun
for your grandfather to think about making a baby in a little
girl like her. It's also fun for him to just TRY. Thinking
about a little 7 year old girl with his baby in her tummy can be
a real turn-on for some men."
"Oh," said Mike. "Well, after that, it was pretty much
over. This time Grandpa apologized to Jenny for not fucking her
longer. He said she just felt too good inside, and was so tight
around his 'prick' as he calls it that he couldn't help himself.
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Jenny said it was 'OK,' but it was a little uncomfortable
too. It hurt just a little bit, the first time he slid all the
way inside her. Maybe next time he could do it a little longer,
so she could feel the good parts, like Mindy did.
Well, this almost brought on a fight between her and Mindy.
Mindy said it was HER turn next, while Jenny said Grandpa hadn't
finished with her properly yet. Only Grandpa put a stop to it.
He told both of them he was done for the night. 'Cumming'
as he called it, two times in less than fifteen minutes in two
sexy little girls, was too much for an old man like him.
Jenny and Mindy both stopped fighting at that. I guess they
liked being called 'sexy'. Anyway, both of them cuddled up to
Grandpa; telling him we wasn't 'old', just handsome. I think
Mindy was trying to get Grandpa's thing hard again; but he was
right . . . it wouldn't get hard.
So, Grandpa had both girls stick some tissue-paper in their
cracks, so his stuff wouldn't come out and drip all over the
floor. Then we went into the kitchen, without even getting
dressed, and had lunch: Milk, sandwiches, and some pie. There
were only three pieces, and Grandpa insisted that we each have
one. Both Mindy and Jenny tried to make him take theirs, but he
wouldn't.
After that we got dressed, and about 15 minutes later you
came by and picked us up." Mike finally ran down. Telling the
story of his two sisters seducing their grandfather had been
quite a long talk for the 13-year-old. Only he had to repeat it
again that night to their father.
That night, when Mike finished telling George about how the
three children had spent their afternoon with their grandfather,
the man's prick was as hard as a rock. Both girls saw it; but
for once little Jennifer beat her big sister to the punch.
"Daddy, can I try it?" she asked. Miranda looked daggers at
her little sister . . . .
SHE had wanted to fuck Daddy.
"I don't know," he said; looking over at his wife, who
shrugged. "You're awfully small; and I'm a lot bigger than your
grandfather."
"PLEASE Daddy?" she begged. "I didn't get to finish with
Grandpa, and Mindy gets to fuck you all the time . . . I never
do!" Here the little girl stuck out her lower lip, and almost
pouted. "Please Daddy," she repeated.
"Oh let the little shit have her turn," said Miranda with
pretended disgust. Actually, she was wondering if her little
sister COULD fit their father's thick dong up in that tight
little hole. Of course SHE had fit her grandfather's prick in
HER hot little hole, when she was over a year younger than the
kid was. On the other hand, as he said, Daddy was a LOT bigger
than Grandpa. Still, it would be kind of cute and sexy to see
her father's thick prick sliding up in the little girl's belly
and squirting her tight little tummy full of the thick white
stuff that makes babies.
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Once again, George looked at Carol, and Carol shrugged. If
their little girl wanted to try her father's prick "on for size"
then she wasn't going to stop the kid. Carol knew that her
husband would NOT hurt their daughter. He loved both little
girls way to much to even take the chance.
Five minutes later, the whole family was naked, and George
was on the bed trying to fit his swollen prick inside the
tightest little hole he had ever felt . . . it wouldn't go in.
Being slightly scared of hurting the little girl, his prick just
didn't produce enough lubrication, and the sperm her grandfather
had ejaculated inside her had soaked in, several hours earlier.
Carol finally had to have Mike go in the bathroom, and get
the tube of KY jelly she kept handy for those mornings when SHE
was too dry, yet still wanted to "take care of" her husband, like
a good wife does; and like Miranda had taken care of her
grandfather in the years after his wife's death.
This time, after generously wiping the slippery goo all over
his aroused prick, and shoving some extra up his 7 year old
little girl's tight little hole, it went in.
The whole family gasped, as the child's cunny spread around
her father's thick prick, then stretched around the head. Then,
it stretched, and unbelievably stretched some more. Jennifer
gamely kept pushing back at her father; gritting her teeth for
the pain that never came. With an almost audible "snap" the
man's prick suddenly vanished almost halfway in the child's
belly, as Miranda suddenly felt uncomfortably full of her
father's thick dong. Full, but not hurting.
"Do it Daddy," she said; pushing back at her father.
Another two inches slid inside the little girl; lubricated by the
jelly on both of their sex-parts. With grunts and groans from
both of them, as George felt his prick squeezed almost like a
vise by his little girl's pussy, and Jennifer felt stuffed like a
turkey, they both pushed and shoved; pulling back a little, and
then pushing in farther, until the man's prick was all the inside
the little girl, and his furry pubic hair was rubbing against the
child's smooth pubis.
"Now fuck me, and cum in me, Daddy," commanded the little
girl. "Squirt your cum in me, and get me pregnant with your
baby; just like Momma and Mindy are . . . . Please?"
The whole family giggled at the thought of the little girl
actually WANTING to have her father plant a baby in her cute
little belly. Still, that didn't stop George from trying. Being
so tight, and still somewhat worried about hurting her, it took
him almost five times as long as his father had, before he
stiffened on top of the little 7-year-old, and gave his little
girl what she was asking for: A belly full of her own father's
baby-making seed.
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Carol almost climaxed without being touched, at the obscene
sight of her husband actually trying breed his own 7 year old
daughter by squirting her cute little tummy full of jet after jet
of the thick sticky white stuff that makes babies. Knowing the
child's womb was being swamped with her own father's seed, was
quite a turn-on to the oversexed woman. She actually found
herself hoping that George had actually succeeded in fathering a
child on the little girl. She knew there was a chance it was
possible, but not likely. After all, Miranda had been having her
grandfather fill HER womb with his potent seed for over four
years, without getting pregnant. Jennifer would just have to
wait. Carol knew that from now on her husband and his father
were going to keep on filling the little girl's tight little
cunny with their incestuous sperm, until eventually one of them
DID impregnate the child with his baby; so all she had to do was
wait, as well.
It took George almost an hour to recover enough to give her
big sister HER share of his incestuous sperm soaking in the
little girl's belly, and his horny wife never DID get her share
that night.
After that, Carol never did worry about whether or not she
could get pregnant again. She knew her kids would be quite
willing to "take care of" her husband and father-in-law often
enough that she would have all the children around the house she
ever wanted, without HER having to go through the bother of
pregnancy or the pain of childbirth . . . .
After she had the one growing inside her right now, that is.
Of course, there WAS that promise she had made Mike, about what
he could do after she carried THIS child . . . .
Well, maybe he would forget; since he already had a
girlfriend. And a damned nice one too. On the other hand, Carol
almost found herself hoping that her son wouldn't forget. Such a
deliciously sexy, horny, and thoroughly nasty thought . . . .
Carol found herself shivering in anticipation.
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