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STANDARD DISCLAIMER:  Do not read if you are under 18 or if it is illegal
to read this where you live.  Don't show this story to minors and a note
to the men: Always wear a condom.  All rights reserved by Sam Hammer.  
You can archive this story but if you use to make a profit, then I better
get a cut.

This story take place following the events of "Gramps and Me."  If you
haven't read it, rest assured all will become clear.  You have no idea
I how I resisted the urge to call this story "Owned Daddy".  

Comments and Reviews are alway encouraged.  No flames please.

Kris: Thanks for your comments and suggestions.  Hope you like it.
      This story was actually written by request and I always try
      to satisfy my readers (both of them!).      
                                                -Sam
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Sam Hammer presents:
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                       Daddy and Gramps and Mom and Me
                          


   You might remember me, if not, I'm Kathy Lee.  I attend Waddapole High
school and just think I'm a typical, horny sixteen year old girl.  A good
girl who found out first hand about snow on the roof and a fire still in
burning in the furnace.  I learned it all from Gramps, my mom's Dad.

   Those times with Gramps were the best.  He would tell me stories about
Mom and him and Grandma.  Apparently since it was grandma who indulged
her daughter in her wish to give Gramps his morning wakeup suck.  After
the first time he leaned Mom over, it was Grandma who started letting
him have both.  He managed to keep Mom and Grandma happy until she met
Dad and regretfully stopped all sexual contact with his daughter.

   It was my dear mother Cody who called me into the kitchen to have some
coffee with her.  It seemed she wanted to talk.  I had feeling that she
wanted to talk to me about giving mouth love to my father.  I tried to
stir the conversation elsewhere, hoping she'd wouldn't directly ask me
any questions.

   "Mom, it stinks.  Half of the girls in school are wearing oxfords now.
They are stealing my signature!  It really sucks."

   It seemed like she wasn't really looking at me, but she answered just
the same.  "Didn't that famous girl, that gymnastics star wear them first?"

   I poured some coffee for myself, added some half & half and frowned, 
heading for the kitchen table.  "Brazil?  No way!  I wore them first.
Mom, I was wearing different colors before she even thought of it."

   I knew I was ranting about nothing, but normally she would show some
interest in anything I said.  Now she said nothing.  I slowly stirred my
cup.  Maybe I could peek her interest.  "You know what I hear about her
boyfriend?  I hear he has the biggest thing in the whole school."

   Again, nothing.

   I looked at Mom. Mom looked at me.  A moment of calm before her storm?
Nope, I don't think so.  Mom barely raises her voice when she is laying
down the law.  I think I knew what she wanted to talk about when she told
me to have coffee with her.  I know, I know, a teenager with a caffeine
fix.  What else is new?

   "So Kathy Lee, how did you do it?  I'm not mad but I really would like 
to know how you did it.  I've tested him before and he's passed every time
with flying colors."

   This was a day that I figured would happen sooner or later.  I mean,
she still has Daddy wrapped around her finger.  If there is a point of
contention between the two, Mom just pulls a spice girl (you know just 
drop to your knees and all things will cum your way.) and Dad ambles out
with that arrogant look on his face all guys get after they've just spermed
their favorite betty.  After that, whatever she wants, she gets.

   Well, two can play at that game.  I can still remember the look she
gave me when after telling me in no uncertain terms I could NOT get my
belly button pierced then I return from a trip at the McCoyville Mall
with a pierced belly button AND a toe ring.  My tongue? No Way!  Well
at least not yet.  I didn't drop to my knees but it was really easy to
get what I wanted.

   Still there was more she was telling me if I could listen.  Something
that Gramps taught me was the ability to listen.  Believe me, it was only 
something I developed while he was here "babysitting" his sixteen year 
granddaughter.  Shoot, you'd listen to if he had GREAT sex stories about
your mother!  Gotta admit, hearing about how he enlisted early and ended
up doing more then serving his country was extremely cool.

   "How did I do what? Mom, get him to let me suck him off?"

   Mom took a sip of her coffee, I don't think she flinched.  A small
smile on her lips.  "Yes."

   Okay, here is a shockaroo for her.  I added some more sugar to my 
coffee.  "Or do you want to hear how he leaned me over and made me his
new girlfriend?"

   That shook her a bit. I could see her pause and her eyes narrowed
as they looked at me.  "He didn't."

   I gave her the slightest of smirks.  "He did."

   Now that was something.  I didn't get the back of her hand.  Instead, 
well Mom sighed.  She was sure she'd heard it all, but after I convinced
Daddy to let Gramps move in with us permanently, I knew she want to hear
this one.  "New girlfriend?  Hah! Alright then, both."

   I took a sip of my own coffee.  "Pretty easy.  I got it all from
school during Girlpower 101.  Mom, did you know that Daddy is a butt
man?"

   The sly grin on her face told me all I needed to hear.  Mom just
nodded once more as if she knew something I didn't.  "Of course I 
know...oOooooh!  That's why all none of the women could make him
stray."

  Now it was my turn to shake my head.   "Of course, Mom.  I mean he
likes breasts, but mine are bigger then yours and he never gave me a
tumble before."

   Anther sip of coffee, a frown and mother got up from her seat and
padded her barefoot self to the fridge, poured some milk into her cup,
freshened her cup and sat back down.   I saw her eyes drop down to my
titties for a second.  "Honey, I tried several women, all with larger
breasts then yours, he never cared.  That's why I let him move us back
here.  He never once came close to betraying my trust....until you."

   I saw her eyes narrow as her eyes accused me.  I can't blame her I 
suppose, but ever since the first time I caught her blowing Daddy and
she caught me, there have been few secrets between us.  Oh it's not like
I don't try to get away with something, but according her, everything 
I'm doing now, she's already done twice.  That's why when I asked my father
whether Gramps could move in with us and he seemed rather noncommittal, I 
thought I would help make up his mind for him.

   "Mom, it's not really cheating.  I look just like you, except I have
bigger these!"  I hefted my large endowments.  "I mean I'm family right?"
    
   Her narrow eyes brightened.  "Well, you wouldn't be the first girl
whose wrapped up her father."  She appeared thoughtful.  "Kathy, you
still didn't tell me the whole story."

  I smiled and sipped my cup again.  "With or without details?"

  My mothers eyes could write a book.  I mean they really tell what she
is thinking.  Ever since I told her about losing my cherry when I turned
twelve, she sometimes has to tell me NOT to include every minor detail
of my misadventures.

  "Without details."

  I shrugged and took a sip of my coffee.  "Okay.  Well, I caught Daddy
napping, hit him hard with a little thigh, some kisses and some crying.
After that one thing led to another, I got a little dazed from his load
and barely remembered being leaned over.  Once he put it to me, I woke
up soon enough though."

   I could see her mind working as she tried to put it all together.
Another sigh and a slight smile.  "One thing led to another?  I'm sure
that's putting it lightly."  Mom looked at the clock in the kitchen.
"You're father will be here with your grandfather soon."

  I couldn't help it.  I let out the barest moan and my nipples hardened
so fast I let out a quick breath.  The whole time, Mom was watching my
reaction.  The woman is smart, I'll certainly give her that.
"Kathy Lee, You should start wearing a bra.  Your secret is out."

  I tried to play dumb.  "Mom what are you talking about?  I've told
you everything."

  "Everything except the fact that you've been sleeping with your old
grandfather." The stare of hers always broke me.  I mean when the truth
is out, better to just go with it. Trust me, I know.

  I tried to lower my eyes, but I couldn't.  Mom knows. she always knows.
When she invited her father to "babysit" her hot-to-trot sixteen year 
daughter, I didn't think she had any idea that he was doing a lot more
then keeping an eye on me.  Whew, that old man sure taught me respect
for my elders.  "How did you find out?" 

  The sly smile that mirrored my own.  "I watched you.  Everytime Dad
said you two were going on some fool errand.  Your nipples would stand
out.  The clincher was when he was running late and he was putting on
his belt in the living room.  Apparently just seeing or hearing his
belt jingle must've turned you on because you left the evidence on your
father's favorite chair."

  That's my Mom.  Very subtle yet unmistakable in her meanings.  I
knew the evidence she was talking about.  Gramps had put me through
my paces so often that I started getting wet at the sound of his belt
jingling.  To me it meant that he was opening up my prize.  I remember
that particular incident.  I was in the living room sitting in Daddy's
chair, Gramps had come from his room and was buckling his belt.  The
sound started my mind working.  When he came out and winked at me,
I was leaving a stain in my panties.  It must've soaked through and
gave Mom a clue.

   "Mom, you would've made a great detective."

   She lowered her to a small nod.  "Yes, I believe so.  Now then
while you have the time.  Tell me the story....with details."

  That's better.  She puts up a big front, but I've known for a long
time that she loves hearing about my escapades almost as much as I
telling her about it.  "Sure Mom.  It started when Daddy got home early.
I had finished my homework when I heard the door slam."

***
   [One Month Earlier]

   I put my books away.  I love to give Daddy a big kiss and hug
to let him know how much I care about him.  I padded downstairs
and saw him trying to catch a few 'Zees'.

  It was time to apply 'Girlpower 101'.  According to class, a
father already has accumulated a million kisses and probably had
pent up fantasies about screwing their daughter.  I know I did my
best by strutting around in just panties whenever I thought I could
get away with it.  Now days I was wearing at least a pair of shorts
for modesty sake, but this particular time I wearing the new school
uniform skirt with the matching accessory.

   I plopped myself down in his lap and began showering him with
kisses.  "Cool!  Daddy's home!" I squealed.

  My one hundred ten pounds of teenage girl squirmed in his lap.
I was doin' my best to turn him on and I could already feel something
growing right under my thighs.  Hmm, faster then I thought.  

  Perfect!

  Daddy growled like a bear waking after a winter's sleep.  I could 
see the way he looked at me.  It reminded me of the gleam in Grampa's
eyes when he knew I couldn't wait for him.  He started at my oxfords
and then checked me out till he got to my thighs.  "Is this what I 
signed off for?  This is your new school uniform?"

  I nodded and stood up.  "What's wrong?  Don't you like it?"

  She shook his head.  "Puddin', it's too short.  It barely covers
your, um, lap."

  Plain and simple.  The school board is filled with lechers.  Ha!
One teacher even measured my skirt, saw it was too short and still
let me wear it.  I know I wasn't the first girl to shorten the hem
line.  But considering the results, I shouldn't have been too surprised.

  One of the reasons we had such a low crime rate was the fact that
just about every teenage boy had other thoughts besides gangs and guns
and drugs.  They were in a constant state of horniness that was driven
by us sweet high school girls in short skirts.  Shoes type was left
optional to leave individuality to the student'.  My shoes were, of
course, oxfords.  I had two types that I varied from day to day. Blue
and white and black and white.  Some girls really went over the top
by combining the school uniform with heels.  A couple of the really
trendy girls thought nothing of matching three inch heels with the
short skirt.  Overkill really.  I still got more then my share of
of boys and their clumsy attempts at scoring without being so obvious.

  His complaint at shortness of my skirt played right into my hands.
"But Daddy, it matches the panties.  Look."  I turned around and
lifted my skirt showing him my rounded bum and white panties with
a monogrammed letter on each cheek.

  Daddy shook his head negatively, but he didn't turn away.  "Good
Lord, did they have to put the school initials on your ass?"

  I remained bent over.  "Daddy, we have the highest morale in the
state.  Don't you care about school spirit?  The Waddapole High
Mustangs rule in football and gymnastics.  My school is cool Daddy."

  Daddy didn't answer and I caught him squirming.  Squirming is good.
It was time to make him squirm some more.  Pulling down my panties a
bit, I showed him some bare cheek.  "Daddy, Can I have a tattoo of a
little pony right here?"

  "Absolutely not!  You're carrying this Mustang school spirit thing
too far! And furthermore...Kathy Lee..Don't cry..UMPH!"

  Hello, I've been spanked by Mom more times then I count.  I've been
spanked by the stern disciplinarian sitting in his father's chair a
grand total of one time.  He simply can't stand to see me cry.  My
pattern hasn't changed much since I was five.  A quivering lip and he
already gives in to my terrorist demands.  It's a good thing Mom had 
been using her ultimate vote to run things or I would've ruled everything!

  One quivered lip and I ran to him, throwing my body onto him and
curling in his lap.  "I'm sorry Daddy.  Don't be mad, but I want to
popular and all the girls are wearing this outfit.<SNIFF!>"

  MMmmm, I loved the feel of his strong hand caressing my cheek and 
hair.  His strong voice soothed me.  Sure I wrap him around my finger
when I want to, but only because I know he cares.  "Now Little Puddin'
I know you're popular.  You go out on dates all the time.  Different
boy each week."

   HEY!  I wasn't that fast!  Well, okay I used to be, but that stopped
when I started getting something special at home from Gramps.  A different
boy each week was only because I was getting used and dumped as the school
studs moved onto new prey.  A part of me didn't mind as I worked my way
through two schools, but it was nice being suddenly known as a tough lay.

  "That's only because they were kissing me goodbye.  I haven't got a
boyfriend Daddy."

  That smile.  That perfect smile of a father who cared.  "Aw Puddin'!  
You forget I'll always be your boyfriend?"  A small joke that I was 
determined to take farther.  When I was five, I wanted a boyfriend and
Daddy gallanty accepted the position.  All I got then was a willing 
male who drank pretend tea.  Now I was trying for a lot more.

   "If you were my boyfriend, would you try and kiss me?"

   "Well, I suppose I...um..."  There is a moment before a guy delivers a
kiss that he knows a girl is waiting.  For me, the fact that I was close
in and cuddling up in his lap.  A carbon copy of his wife begging to be
kissed.  The instant he lowered his head, I raised mine and kissed him
tongue first.  When he tried to break I continued kissing him.  Forcing
him to duel his tongue with my own.  He tried to break at least five times
and at least five times I forced him to kiss me some more.

   More basic then just groping a guy, a kiss had all sorts of veiled
anticipation with it and I knew his mind was racing just as fast as mine.
The poor guy tried his best to hold me off, but a horny daughter is a
force unto nature.  

  My breath was heavy and I could feel his hardness pressing into my 
flank.  "Daddy, would you do the things a boy does?  So I'll know
what to do.  I don't want some boy to take advantage of me."

  Yes!  The ultimate puzzle for a father.  Does he let his daughter
get groped by some oily faced kid with dreams of glory?  Does he break
the barrier of father/daughter chasity and give her a quick lesson?
He struggled inwardly, but I was almost sure of his answer.  I mean,
after you make out for ten minutes, who can think straight?

  "Just this once.  Now then..."  He fumbled for words not sure what
to say.  Hee!  I knew what to say.

  "Won't a boy try to unbutton my top.  Why don't you try it and I'll
stop you.  Kiss me again Daddy."

  When he leaned his head to mine.  It was all over.  I told my father
to kiss me in a not so fatherly way and he obeyed without thinking.
Smoother then any high school boy, Daddy unbuttoned my top while we
continued to make out.  What he didn't know was that while he working
on the top, I was working on the bottom.  A little idea that came to
me during makeout sessions in various backseats.

  The next time we broke our kiss, my top was completely undone and
my breasts pressing out were against my bra.  A front loader.  All
he had to do was snap his fingers around the clasp and my teenage 
titties would be his for the taking.

   "Look Daddy.  I guess I didn't do so well.  Now all any boy had
to is just grab and lift."  I did it for him and my large teenie
breasts spilled out.  My nipples were already hard and pointing.
Both large globes were outlined due the last summer's tan.  The gasp
he let out let me know he was impressed.

   "Good Lord, Kathy..."

   Time to pour it on.  Hard.  "Daddy why do you keep poking me?"

I slid down so that I was on my knees while he stayed in his chair like
some kind of king.  I knew it was where Mom delivered her after dinner
blowjobs as soon as she thinks I leave the house.  I knew he could see
Mom kneeling before him just like I'm doing now.

   "Daddy, that's an erection isn't it?"

   "Well, It's what happens..."

   Whatever!  "Daddy, show it to me."

    "Little Puddin'..."

   I was going to show him little pudding alright.  I put my hand right
on his tented bulge, looked him in the eyes and said it again so he could
remember it.  "I'm old enough.  Daddy, show me your erection...please?"

   It didn't help that I was squeezing him now.  Jeez!  Mom really picked
this one.  It felt really large.  I could see he made a decision.   Dad
stood up which let me know what he'd decided.  You see, he could go only
go forward and run over his only child or stay seated and let me continue
to let me feel him up or he could do what exactly what he did.

  He undid his belt, the jingling sound having its usual effect.  The
sight and sound of his zipper going down made me wince as my nipples
hardened further and I became very aware that I felt damp.  Bending over
slightly, he pushed his pants down till they were just above his knees.
The sight that greeted me was a large curved clothed adult penis.  That
large knob at the end had stained his underwear and seemed to be inching
upward.  I raised up and waited on my knees and Daddy didn't disappoint
me.  He hesitated for a second, stuck his thumbs inside of his waistband
and pulled down.

  WHEW!  It is so unbelievably cool to see one that large just sorta
flop out.  Just like Gramps he was plenty thick, but the length just
sorta curved down and he had something I had never seen before.  His
mushroom head was covered with skin and then it grew some more and just
peeled back right before my eyes!  WOW!  A heckuva introduction for my 
first uncircumcised schlong.

   "Daddy...your thing..." I swallowed.  "Daddy, it's really fat."

   He tried to surpress a smirk but I caught it before he returned to
a concerned horny confused father still dazed from making out with me!

   "Well, Puddin' understand that um, well..."

   My eyes traveled up and down it's length. Now standing stiffer, but
still not curved upward.  Just straight out and pointed right at me.
I looked underneath and saw his sack shift around.  Full crinkly eggs.
Doesn't Mom keep him drained?  

   Remembering that I was not supposed to have seen a cock before, I bent
down and looked underneath his bone, gasping a bit at the thick tendon on
the underside.  It looked like it was made for plowing teenage nookie
just like mine.  I remembered to ask permission before molesting my
poor father some more.

   I looked up at him and stared into his eyes.  The poor guy was pleading
but couldn't say the words.  It was easier with Gramps but I enjoy the
thrill of the hunt more then the guys do.  

   "Daddy, can I touch it?"

   It was the barest nod and it came a moment before I circled him with
my hand.  I looked at my hand and my fingers not quite touching and then
I looked up at him.  So he could remember the sight of his baby girl
smiling at him with his dong pulsing in my practiced grip.

   I nuzzled him with my nose, taking my time to feel the smoothness of
our skin.  Now that I was this close, there is no way he was gonna get
away from me now.  I kissed his head once and then keeping my eyes on
his face, I studied his expression as he didn't stop me.

   I couldn't blame him.  There I was, half naked, my jugs pointed and
hard, his wife twin image delivering another kiss that more like a suck.
One hand wrapped around his shaft and the other forming the perfect soft
milking grip around his soft, hairy orbs.

   "Daddy, Can I suck your thing?"

   "Dick, sweetheart. It's not really a thing."

   I'm sure!  It is a thing!  But I've heard this before.  A very male
way of thinking.  He just wanted me to spout some dirty talk from my dear
sweet mouth.  Well, I'm the daughter of a hot blooded mother and dirty
old man for a grandfather. This apple didn't fall far the tree.

   I remembered to squeeze his nuts as I spoke. Gently now.
 
   "Daddy, Can I suck your dick?"

   "Kathy Lee, you shouldn't... Kathy Lee, you don't...um,"

   "Please?  My girlfriends say it stops boys from trying anything else.
I..I just want to try it...just once.  Please, Daddy can I suck your dick?"

   Once again the barest of nods.  I really didn't see how could refuse me.
I'm sure he figured either I was going to learn it now or learn it later.
He didn't even question my fast lingo.  He just looked down at me in sweet
anticipation of teaching his new girlfriend how give head.  My mom really
protected my reputation for me.  He had no idea I many teachers I've 
already had.  I leaned forward and settled in on my knees, crossing my
legs at the ankles.

   Now this is like a boys first kiss.  Really at this point men are pretty
much at our mercy.  Either we want to do it or we don't.  Me?  Yeah right.
I opened my mouth and stole Mom's boyfriend for a while.  When he extended
his hand and put it on my head I knew I had him.  Guys love to do it.  Most
girls I know don't like it, but really I don't mind as long as he doesn't
get in my way.  Believe me, I know what I'm doing.

   My method is simple and direct bob my head, back and forth, suck and
swirl.  Try to savor the fleshy taste.  This wasn't going to be easy
servicing such a pudgy schlong.  It looked like Gramps had met his
match.  But that just lent me confidence to take on that big meat blunt.
Oh! The urgent grip and I try to remember to relax my throat so I don't 
<Choke!>, Shit, I can't breathe,  "EeHee Dawdee EEHEE!"  Easy, he wasn't.
Stupid of me.  Guys loose contol when you talk with their dicks in your 
mouth.  The sudden growth. SHIT! I'm not ready!

   I'll always remember the feeling of his recoil, shot and growth as
Daddy came into my mouth.  Geez, he just kept cumming into my mouth and
I didn't have anywhere to go!  I swallowed what I could, knowing the
overflow on my chin would excite him further as my father's semen stained
my chest.  Those blasts went straight to my brain and I became kinda
dizzy.  Just lazily bobbing my head, cleaning him up and keeping him
hard.

   Now the daze I get into when I guy cums into my mouth has got me more
then my share of trouble.  Daddy saw the glazed look in my eyes, gripped
my shoulder and lifted me to my feet.  I remember being led over to the
sofa, my skirt being lifted, my panties ripped and tossed onto the cushions
and being leaned over with a firm grip on my shoulder.

  I knew I was being positioned to be fucked doggystyle.  I was just
coming out of my haze when I felt his big horn brushing the top of
my ass and my legs being spread further apart.  Daddy nestled that
fat cockhead at my entrance and pushed lifting me onto my toes. Once
again with no where to go I held still while my father penetrated me
causing a high pitched whine from me and a low pitched grunt from
him.

   I was sure I heard him mutter something about 'too tight'and then
felt him withdraw for a moment before he sawed back into me.  This
time his head popped through my opening as he lifted me onto my toes
again.  Daddy patiently waited for me to get used his size and stayed
still while I try to lower myself onto his pole.  My heels never hit
the carpeted floor because I felt already stuffed when I did try to
settle downward.  I guess he thought I was comfortable but I really
wasn't ready for him when he moved back a bit and pushed forward hard!

   "Daddy...Daddy, you're stuffing me.  I'm...I'm full."

   Even in his throes of male horniness, he remembered that I really
wasn't ready to be screwed.  He knew that I had no hymen to break thanks
to the bullshit story Mom told him the day after I was screwed for the
first time.  I found out much later that knowing that technically I 
wasn't a virgin was making him crazy.  Watching me prance around the
house in dick teasing outfits. (Dick teasing outfits equals anything
that I was wearing at the time).

   Daddy was slow and sure.  Pulling out slow to make me whimper,
and then jamming a measured bit more each time.  He had been at
it for at least five minutes and I was clenching and unclenching
my fists at being nailed with Daddy's big cock working away when he
gave a final hard push and I swear I saw stars!

   His voice soothed me.  "It's okay now, puddin'.  That's the last
of it."  Don't worry this will feel a little better."  With that final
assurance, Daddy began to screw me.  At first it was gentle pumps, I'm
sure designed to give me a chance to get used to being screwed.  When
I didn't protest in the least, Daddy started to give it to me harder.
Hearing his breathless "fuck yes".  I picked up on it and urged him
on.

   "Daddy. Harder."  Simple and direct again, drives all males crazy
and Daddy was very male!

   "Sunavabitch! I'm (UHNPH!) not (UhNPH!) hurting (UHNPH!) you (UHNPH!)?"

   "No Daddy, fuck me harder Daddy!"

   My father did his best to oblige me, picking up the pace and now fully
withdrawing so he could enter my teenaged twat anew with each stroke.
Leaned over the sofa, Daddy fucked me and fucked me good, swearing and
grunting with each ravage of my silky peach.  His loins were making a
smacking sound as he delivered again and again.  His hands gripping my
flank as he worked us both into a frenzy.  There is nothing better then
being nailed repeatedly by a good hard stroke machine and I knew it would
not be long before I felt my climax wash over me.

  One of the reasons I enjoy sex so much is that I'm a easy cummer.  If
the guy can just hold on for ten minutes (rare) I'm going to give him a
show that he would never forget. Daddy had just hit the magic mark and
I delivered on cue.  It started like a knot in my crotch that was easing
out greater and greater pleasure and burst like a dam.

  I whined and grunted and grimaced as the first of my multiple climaxes
washed over me.  I would freeze up and every muscle in my body would
tighten just before the vibrations hit.  Yes, I'm a screamer and a human
vibrating machine.   Hee!  Gramps said it just made me a nastier fuck, 
the sight of my oxfords quivering by his ears always kept him hard and 
ready after he coated my insides with his sperm.  I'm sure the sight of 
my vibrating teenage ass helped push my father over the edge.

  His hands were digging into my sides as Daddy just kept on pumping
my butt when he gritted out his warning.  "Puddin...pudding, I'm gonna
cum!  Don't want to do it inside..."

   "Do it Daddy!  Knock me up! Cum Daddy Daddy CUM!"

   Yep!  The thought of sending his baby juice into my fertile valley,
finished him off big time.  Something I didn't know would happen was
thinking that he might really be knocking me worked on me too!  I began
to rip off orgasm after orgasm!  The last time that happened, it was
Mom's father that really layed into me.  

   Leaned over the side of the couch, Daddy's steady strong thrusting
still had me jerking my head up a bit each time he slammed into me from
behind, wringing out his climax.  MMmmm, No wonder Mom started on her own
father so early.  I mean it's really bad, but's it's such a totally cool,
powerful feeling being taken by the first man you ever trusted and adored.
I wished we could have stayed coupled like that, but, I think it was my 
turn to be on top.  

   At least that's what I thought, Daddy stepped back and dismounted
me.  He gently yet firmly lifted me up and back onto my feet.  Oh! The
way he was staring at me, gazing into my half shut eyes.  That's how 
he directed me.  Always sure, always steady.  Daddy laid me onto the
carpeted floor, lifted my ass so my ankles were by his ears and slid
into my overworked little slot.  Oh Gawd, he was still hard!

  Daddy fucked me like a schoolboy.  The sight of him rocking back
and forth, splitting me in two again and again was so sexy.  Daddy
was so determined to bang the living daylights out of me and he was
doing a darn good job!  No matter how my body vibrated underneath 
him, no matter how I moaned and shook and whined, Daddy just kept
popping me.  My insides were just turned to mush and I was just
beginning to babble, not able to make any sense as Daddy just fucked
me stupid.  I had three, count em, three major cums of my own when
he finally stiffened and grunted hard, his hard loins slapping my ass
with every spurt of his cock inside me.

  My eyes were barely open when he was through with me.  I guess all
those pent years of my knowingly and unknowingly teasing him had come
forth and he had let me have everything he had been saving up.
Expected feelings of guilt hit hard.  Poor Daddy.  

  "Kathy Lee..."  was all he could get out.  Lucky him.  All I could
manage was incoherent babble.  I wondered what he wanted to say.  I
mean I was laying there making silly mewing sounds, my exposed breasts
glistening with small streaks of cum that dripped from my chin, my skirt
hiked up and over my belly and my daughter screwing father was still 
holding my ankles!

   When I didn't say anything that made sense.  I think he took it wrong.
He said, "I shouldn't have done this, Puddin'"  I'm sorry."  He wanted
to hold me, but the sound of a car coming up our driveway helped to 
bring us to our senses.  He helped me to my feet and actually walked
my silent form to the stairs.  I did something nasty then.  I pushed my
father away and walked up the stairs on my shaky legs.  I disappeared
just out of sight as Mom came through the door.

   I just wished he had said almost anything.  I wanted to hear, 'I Love
You', but then remembered how many boys had said that to me on the way
to the backseat.  I mean they didn't have to say it.  But maybe on the
way to the backseat, they meant it.  Besides, if one person loved me
I knew it would be Daddy.  I felt bad at how I treated him in what should
have been the afterglow.  I mean, I guess he'd never fucked anyone so well
that they couldn't really speak and it wasn't his fault I get dazed after 
choking down a really big load.  

   Feeling better after a shower and a lot more presentable I went
downstairs.  I didn't say a word at dinner and Daddy looked just 
plain guilty.  I looked at him and asked to be excused early and
left without asking for permission.  I just sat on my bed and waited
a few moments.  To my surprise it wasn't Mom that came up as was
their practice.  It was Dad.

   He no longer looked so sure and confident.  When he closed the door
I got up from the bed and went before him.  "Daddy, does this mean you
won't kiss me anymore?"

   The smile of relief was just so classic.  He held me close and
kissed me hard.  "Puddin' I didn't know what to say.  I thought you
might be mad for taking your official virginity."

   I smiled back, and came back with a sure way to charm your father.
"Daddy, I was afraid you wouldn't let suck your dick anymore."  I 
used his body to ease myself down to my knees, exposing himself to
my face, gasping as he flopped out again.  What a tiger!  He was like
semi hard and I knew how to make him harder.

   Standing him up against the my door, I gave Daddy one of my famous
'sure to get your rocks off' blowjobs and waited to see if this tiger
had anymore left in his tank.  While I was still sputtering from his
heavy load, I remembered to thank him.  When he pulled me up I told
him the phrase I practiced, just in case I got that daze cum over me.

   "Promise, you'll let me do this everyday.  I'll be your girlfriend
whenever you want."

   Nothing like being held in big strong arms.  I missed Gramps but
I knew now that I had new source of manhood at home to take care of
me.  "Kathy, I promise you can do it whenever you please."

   Kissing me after I sucked him off was a thrill.  I'm sure he tasted
his own tangy flavor and didn't mind.  One more kiss and then a rush
to tell Mom that everything was alright.  The next night I convinced 
Daddy to invite Gramps back.  My jaw was a little sore, but it was it
just to hear him say he'd tell Mom himself.

   ****

   "So Mom, for the past month, Daddy has been getting sucked in the 
afternoon and getting laid every night.  The past two weeks he has been
absolutely torrid.  I mean I think he's getting stronger."

   During the whole story, Mom had been kinda silent, but she never
stopped me from telling her every sordid detail of how her husband 
had been taking liberties with me at every free opportunity.  Mom 
just sipped her coffee and noticed it was empty.  First a look of 
hate that put the fear of god into me and then a grin before she got
up to get another cup.

   "He is getting stronger, Kathy Lee.  The last two weeks he has made
up for not delivering the previous two.  I figured you were stealing my
goods and he couldn't deal with two horny females...at first.  Now he's
in stud mode."

   "Stud mode?"  Hmmm, It seemed I was learning something new everyday.

   Mom sounded like a teacher.  "When a man has sex his body and um,
equipment will adjust to whatever amounts he's having and then he'll
crave more.  It's why they can't get enough.  Right now, he could probably
go through you and me at once and be ready for more an hour later."

   "Stud Mode," I mulled it over.  When I first did my teacher for grades,
I found out he was doing it at least two other students.  One was a school
beauty queen and some other girl I think.  At first, he was just pretty
good, but he turned into a real stud by the end of the semester.  

That Rodson, I'll have to keep a better watch for some signs of whom he's
doing.  Sipping my own cup, I curled my feet together.  "Well Mom, I felt
guilty about stealing him and I really really missed Gramps, so when I 
asked him, I threw in a little incentive.  He gives in pretty darn easy,
doesn't he?"

   Fingering her large wedding ring, her grin grew larger.  "I do have 
your father well trained."  Her grin dropped.  "Now then what are we do
about this?  He must be punished for sleeping with another woman."

   Part of me was flattered for Mom referring to me as a woman, part of
me was scared for their relationship.  "Mom, what are you going to do?"

   She didn't blink.  "I'm going to sleep with another man."

   Oh no!  How could she? "Mom, I'm sorry...I'm"

   Her wedding ring glistened in my face as she held up her hand.
   "Sorry?  Not only am I going to sleep with another man.  You're going
to help me."

   There was a huge lump in my throat.  "I am?"

   There was that smile again.  I have one just like it.  A final draining
sip from an empty cup.  "Yes, Kathy Lee. You are going to help me and you 
are going to like it.  Aren't you Kathy Lee?"

   It wasn't that she was more woman than me.  She's Mom, a good mom and
that means she rules.  I lowered my head and my voice.  

   "Yes Ma'am.  Whatever you say."

*******

   We were still finishing up details of her plan, Daddy arrived with a
scholarly old man behind him.  Grampa!  My heart skipped a beat at the
return of my old lover.  Dad was carrying his bags which left me free
to hug him to my hearts content.

   I crushed him with my best hug and looked up at him.  The moment we
locked eyes, I'm sure I saw a twinkle and I was surprised to feel his
sudden hardness.  I mean Grampa was all man once he got going, but it
sometimes takes a little to get him going.  Hee!  Believe me, that old 
man taught me that getting there was half the fun!

   "GRAMPS!"

   "<Heh heh> Did you miss me, Kathy Lee?"  The lecher!  I saw his eyes
drop when I pulled back and he saw my hardened nips.  "Heh heh! I guess
you miss this old man after all."

   "You got that right Gramps!  You gonna move in everything tonight?"
Like, not just the sex stuff but like, I really did miss the guy.  Just
knowing I had more family around made me feel like I had additional
backup, y'know?

   "Just some clothes for now, I'll have more stuff coming though.  <Heh>
Don't worry, you won't be able to get rid of me so easy this time."

   Jeez, I hope he's right.  Dad might be pretty pissed off when he finds
up what Mom is gonna be up to tomorrow.  I drove Mom's revenge out of my
mind so I could enjoy Gramps.  "We'll never get rid of you, Gramps.  You
are stuck here forever."

   We heard a crash and saw Dad covered in suitcases.  "Good Lord, I 
thought you brought a few things!  I could use some help here."

   Mom grinned at her husband.  "Steve, quit fooling around.  Dad needs
a good dinner and some rest.  Kathy Lee let's show Gramps how we did his
room."

   I looked at Mom.  The eyecontact of two people keeping secrets.  

   "Whatever you say, Mom."

   We got Gramps settled in, I made sure he sat next to me during dinner.
Now it was a different kind of eye contact.  He looked at me with that
lustful sparkle in his eyes.  Too bad, I knew I wasn't going to be with
him tonight.  There was no excuse I could make up that Mom wouldn't 
immediately know and crush and I also was forbidden to leave with him 
until Mom got her revenge for her cheating husband.

   The whole matter seemed forgotten till late.  Gramps did his best to
embarass Mom and succeeded in keeping us rolling of the floor laughing
until past midnight.

   Mom looked at the DVD clock.  "Kathy Lee, don't you have an early
morning appointment.  You should get to bed now."

   I was going to protest, I mean Daddy was easy on me, but lately, due
to our new daily sex routine, he was incredibly easy.  I had used this
to my advantage, but I had a feeling that was gonna stop like yesterday.

   "Sure thing, Mom.  Thanks for reminding me."  I saw this sad look
on Gramps face.  I'm sure he was thinking of spending his first night
sneaking into my room and licking me awake.  A great idea and a favor 
I would gladly return but there was no way was Mom gonna let him get 
away with anything.

   I set my rarely used alarm clock for five a.m. and hit the sack.
I think it was about two, I'm not really sure cuz I'm dead when
I start snoring.  I felt something gently rubbing my ass.  A hand.
A hand that knew it what it was doing as I opened my legs so my
mystery love could have easy access.  A hand on my ankles?  Hmmm,
that would be Gramps.  He loves holding my ankles.  Daddy does
to but he loves to raise my legs just under my knees and I normally
end up flipped onto my belly.

   "Hi Gramps."

   "Hello Miss Lee.  Raise up your nightie."

   "No Grampa.  You can't fuck me...tonight."

   The look on his face was so sad.  It took all of my will power not
to change my mind.  "Gramps, Mom knows and she forbade me to do anything
with you until she says so."

   His silver eyebrows furrowed.  "She knows, Hmm?  Maybe I'll have a
talk with my daughter tomorrow."

   A little hope!  "Gramps, please try.  I want you to start your
nightly visits again, please talk to her."

   No wonder Mom is so calm.  He never got mad or upset that he wasn't
going to get a fresh dose of teenage pussy.  He just nodded and stroked
my legs before standing up.  He winked.  "I'll see what I can do.  You
just rest up, Kathy.  Just rest up."

  He slipped from my room, shutting my door.  I felt a little better, but
still thought of my mother screwing around on my father.  What had I done?
Just what had I done?
   
   I awoke with a start at the rock music blasting me awake.  I then
sobered up immediately when I remembered why I was getting up so darn
early on a saturday morning.  My barefeet didn't make a sound on the
plush carpeting as I met Mom in the hallway.

   That bitch had a shit eating grin on her face.  Okay okay, she's not
really a bitch unless she's punishing me and I know I gonna get her
version of my justice.  The other reason for the grin I knew as well.
She was leaving Daddy's bed to exact her revenge on him.  Her revenge
or punisment on ME was not what I expected.

   "Mom, you're sure about this?  I mean I don't want you guys to break
up because of me."

   That unexpected gentleness as she stroked my cheek.  That smile that
looked just like mine.  "He won't leave me.  I think I know him well
enough to tell you that.  Now then, remember I sleep on the left side
of the bed.  He'll be dead to the world so don't worry about waking
him up till you hit the bed.  Just do whatever he says and you should
be fine."

   "Mom, this is my punishment?  I mean, to sleep with Daddy?"  The
woman has a talent for having the punishment fit the crime.  I didn't
understand her new attitude.  But then how often does a daughter steal
her father from her mother?

   Mom was stubborn.  "Oh yes.  This is exactly what I want.  If he
wants to put the wood to you so badly, then he can have you first thing
in the morning when he wakes up."  Mom rolled her eyes.  "Look, you
know you want it too.  So just keep your head covered with a pillow
and you'll be just fine."

   "Keep my head covered?"

   "Remember the first time I didn't cover my head?  And keep him away
from your breasts as long as you can.  You must've gotten those milkcans
from his side of the family, he'll know they don't belong to me.   One
last thing, if I ever hear about you NOT doing one single thing he says,
I will make your life a living hell!  Now go!  You're eating up my time."

   Eating up her time!  She was gonna drive half-naked to see some other
stud who probably couldn't hold a candle to my father.  I bit my bottom
lip and nodded.  I did remember the time she didn't cover her head.  I
heard her whining and moaning and when I peeked in their room Daddy was
working her over.  She's a noisy lay just like me.  Dad was too busy giving
it to Mom and watching her move underneath him, but one time when her head
turned to the side, she saw me.  We made eyecontact and one smile later I 
knew that everything was okay.  I watched Daddy finish off and then eased 
myself back to my room and played with myself until I fell asleep.

   Gosh, the room was so dark when I shut the door I could barely make
out anything.  I remembered to go the left side of the bed as I felt my
way around.  I stripped off my shirt and eased into bed.  No sooner then
I got comfortable then Daddy rolled to my side and pressed along side of
me.  JEEZUS!  He was already hard!  I knew he had to press it down to
conform to my leg.  I felt gentle kisses as me moved to nuzzle me.  Damn,
that felt good.

   I stopped his hands from reaching for my breasts.  I just remembered
to lower my voice and talk into the pillow.  I really wasn't that worried.
I sorta sound like her anyway.

   "No.  Sore."

   Daddy didn't stop turning me on for a second.  His hands reached down
and teased my stomach causing me to flutter.  He took his time raining a
hundred kisses down my spine till I was jerking with ticklish pleasure.
I was wet from anticipation and his gentle foreplay.  Still he didn't
stop.  His strong grip rolled me onto my back and held me in place while
he ate me like a master.  Licking my labs but only barely touching my clit.
He stopped for a second and I wondered if I tasted different then Mom.

  I knew what I had been missing when I demanded that I blow him and have
him take me.  I was the one who had been wham bam thank you Daddy.  When
I made it clear that my preference was for him to take me hard, I never 
considered how Mom had him trained for herself.  

   The moment of hesitation was replaced by excruciatingly slow lick from
ass to slit.  He repeated the act several times till I was sopping and
ready for him.  Nope, now he saved the best for last as he gave me a kind
of miniblow job as he spread me with his fingers, trapped my button and
sucked it.  That did it.  I came and came hard forcing him to ride my
thighs up and down the crest and fall of my orgasm.  The bastard tortured
me by keep up the tounging during my climax, he would cause my hips to
buck and down and side to side before I finally squirmed away to recover.

   "It's saturday honey.  Time for the housewifes treat."

   I still could barely see him even if my eyes weren't half shut.  Talk
about a daze.  I barely mumbled something not caring whether he recognized
my voice or not.  His voice remained even and patient.  

  Why not?  According to Mom, They've had sex nearly every day since they
were married.  The frequency had not slowed down in the least as Mom hit
her stride.  Maybe we do get better with age.  Sometimes I think Daddy is
hard put to stay up with her and he is an animal with me!

  "On your belly, puddin'  It's time to play Kathy Lee."

  HUH?  I moved with his hands and rolled over.  A fleeting moment to
remember that he couldn't see my face this way.  Another moment to notice
drawn drape beginning to show signs of morning.  The next moment my father
raised me up a bit and I kept my ass up for him.  With the practiced ease
of a husband fucking his wife, he found the target and pushed in gently.
A little too gentle for my tastes, but apparently keeping with Mom.  I
guess she likes her sex nice and easy.

   "Mmmm, that always feels just so nice.  Kathy Lee, have you been a
bad girl?  Uhnn, damn your really tight."  A small giggle.  So that was
how they play games?  Mom pretends she's me?  WOW!  No wonder Daddy took
every advantage I gave him.  He'd been dreaming about nailing his little
darling for some time I bet.  I clamped down on him, I'm not able to milk
a male with my nookie yet, but I'm getting there.

   I spoke into my pillow.  "I've been really bad, Daddy.  I need to be
punished Daddy."

   I shut my eyes waiting for a spanking, but instead he just pushed into
me spreading my pussy open against my will.  Jeez, Daddy is big.  There
was nothing I could do as he just kept moving into me.  He withdrew for 
a second before pushing himself inside again.  He was gentle yet steady.
When he picked some steam, I was getting it good like he always does.
A good steady fuck with almost as much stamina then me (Hee!). I was just
a bundle of sensations from his expert oral talents and was ready to
vibrate my butt with another climax when he stopped, huffing only slightly
for breath.

   "So you've been bad?  How do you like your punishment so far?"

   GREAT!  "GREAT!"

   "Honey, you are so good to me.  Now then, Can I have the special now
Kathy Lee?"  Was he kidding?  Do whatever he says?  Thanks Mom.  What a
special lover!  I couldn't wait.

   It struck me that I didn't know what the special was.  I was sure it
something oral.  I mean no matter, Daddy almost always stopped by my room
for one of my "sure to bust your nut" blowjobs before he went to see Mom.
Heck, I could set a clock by him the last two weeks.

   I felt his spit on my asshole.  Right on target.  How filthy! How...
ohmigawd.  He wasn't kidding.  I whimpered like Mom from the vacuum in
my mound.  I whimpered again when he placed that big knob at my butthole
and pushed.  I twisted and turned forgetting how I was helping in working
that big dick into my ass.  

   "Daddy Stop!  You're too big."  Jeezus!  I thought Mom liked her sex
nice and easy.  Going up my backdoor was NOT nice or easy.

   "Yeah, honey, keep it up.  You sound just like Kathy Lee!  Baby, you
are workin!  I love it when you fight."

   Ohmigawd!  Dad was used to Mom and her well used bunghole, but mine
was practically a virgin.  It was only the one time that it had been used
before.  A brainiac in class was helping me in a class that I couldn't
cheat in and believe or not, every teacher doesn't always take the jailbait.  The poor guy was terrified but seemed grateful to tutor
Me.  When I was sure I had learned enough to pass, I stopped the session
to give him a reward.  I had never seen one that small before.   I popped
him into my mouth and I had to admit, there was something about being able
to take a miniature prick all the way into your mouth and not even begin 
to choke.  Sucking boymeat, even one that small still turns me on.  But 
there was no way that thing was going to satisfy me after some of the big
hum dingers I've had.  Still, I had an idea where it would fit.  I give
the guy major points for buttering my ass, and then fucking it like a
demon.

   He tried to tell anyone he could that he nailed me in my ass, but no
one believed him.  Poor Guy.  Poor me.  That one experience did not leave
me prepared for my father's oversized man meat.  He thought my fighting
him was part of their little game so he just kept pumping me, forcing more
and more Daddy meat into my hungry little hole.  I mewwed like a sheep
when he finally managed to pack my ass to the hilt.  
  
   Daddy put a couple of strokes into get his measure.  "Damn Puddin' Even
your ass is tighter then usual.  Of course I love a challenge.  C'mon
Kathy Lee, take that big dick up your ass, Mmmm, that whining is such
a turn-on!"  With those romantic words, My father pulled back a bit, dug
into my flanks a little harder and then began a steady pumping of my not
too well used butt!  As always he was gentle as he thought he could be,
but every single time he thrust into me I noticed he was banging my ass
a little harder.

   First I was whining because Mom had gotten her revenge.  My father
was sodomizing me and was doing a good job at it.  Second I was whining
because, well, My father really knew what he was doing!  I was feeling
stuffed in a totally different way with my butt sending signals to my
crotch.  I was just moaning like an idiot while my father was getting
his rocks off in my asshole.

   "Cody, C'mon Baby, talk dirty for me, C'mon!"

   C'mon?  I'd been holding back!  "Daddeeee, harder....Daddeee, I need
it HARDER!"

   That caused an expanse in my ass!  I was saying the same things to him
that I always say when we sneak our fuck sessions.  I think it caused some
kinda jolt in him.  "Again, Puddin' Damn you're sweet honey!"

   "Bang me, Daddy.  Bang your little girl.  I need hard sex Daddy!" That
caused another swelling of his big machine and suddenly he stopped pumping
my ass.  A ray of morning had crept through the drapes and cut a path right
across the room, extended to the bed and well, highlighted my ass. Mmmm,
something about feeling your fathers big one swell up even larger inside
my chute, it's something I'll always remember.

   "Sunavabitch Cody, How do you manage to get that ray...No."

   "Yes Daddy YES, Bang my ass harder!"

   His pumping slowed.  "Kathy Lee?"

   Geezus Daddy, don't stop now!  "Daddy?  Don't stop, I need you to cum
in my ass."  I really did.  When my father is this close to blowing his
wad, I know it would push me over the edge too!

   "No...Cody?"  Daddy buried himself to the hilt, making me pop my head
up like I always do.  More light had entered the room and it would be hard
for him not see that it was his daughter he was sodomizing, not his ever
ready wife.

   "No, Daddy. Mom isn't here.  It's my turn to wake you up.  You gonna
finish Daddy?  You gonna finish screwing my ass?"  I had to get him to
nailing my hide.  "Do it Daddy,  Don't make me wait!"

   Yup, I learned I could make a guy hard just by talking that nasty way
and my father was no exception.  Since he was already hard, buried to hilt
and my hips in his hands, it almost forced him to start pumping me again.
It changed the way he was thrusting into me.

   "Gawdammit, Puddin'!  I...I can't hold back..."

   "DON'T HOLD BACK, DADDY! CUM DADDY DADDY CUM!"  UHNPH!  That did it!
He wasn't gentle but I knew it would be the same machine gun style thumpin'
he always gave when he was near.  "MMMmmMMm, YEAH!  JEEZUS DADDY UHNNNN!"

   My father drilled me hard and fast as if he were trying to get in as
many strokes as possible before he came.  I let out three sharp whimpers
and broke Daddy's will.  Sheesh, I sound so pathetic when I feel dominated,
sorta like whining puppy.  I knew I just babbled and whimpered when I felt
his big shaft expand in my shitter, but the relief he brought when as he
coated my insides with his heavy morning load was all I needed.

   Jeez, it didn't matter that he had screwing both Mom and me day and
night for the last month, he just expanding and exploding inside of me
filling me up with his warm cream and then pushing it out with one ass
fucking stroke after another.  Daddy felt so huge and powerful, I just
couldn't take anymore.

   I collasped forward, My face pressed hard into the mattress, my teenie
cunt filled by Dad hard meat.  Reaching for my clit, I twisted and turned
until I could start the quick circular motion that always finishes me
quick.  Now while he was still thrusting into me, still at his maximum
strength and YES!

   Fireworks and a blinding white flash, my muscles bunch and I vibrated
through my first anal 'gasm.  A long and satisfying climax causing my
soft cheeks to give my father his final treat.  A powerful shudder and
then he collasped on top of me, holding himself up nicely.

   "Oh Dad...Shit Daddy oh..."  I shut up.  It had been a while since 
I was fucked so silly I couldn't talk.  I think being fucked in the ass
by your father first thing in the morning does that to a girl.

   I felt him raise up and stroked my butt with his hand.  Daddy pumped
me a couple of times, but he was through with me for the moment.   The
questions began immediately.  "Kathy Lee, why..."  He stopped for a 
second.  The 'why' was obvious, I was here to fuck his lights out.

   I rolled over.  "Daddy, I want to see you grow.  Put it here and I'll
tell you everything."  I hefted my big teenage boobies.  One of the many
things I learned a while ago is that it's hard for a guy to be mad when
he is sliding back and forth between your tits!

   This was always a big turn on for me anyway.  To see that sucker grow,
pop out and point at my face as he turned from semi hard to hard.  Yep,
it's a really cool bit of girl power.  Daddy obeyed me as he always did
and then looked down at me.

   "Mmmm, Damn these are some sweet tits."

   "Daddy, Mom knows everything."  I had never felt a cock go down so fast!
It was like I killed his dick.  Funny, he didn't move from his position.
He just froze for a second.

   "She..she does?  SHIT! Shit! Shit! Shit!"

   "Daddy! She knows and she sent me to you.  I guess she figures having
you bust my bunghole was punishment enough.  There is supposed to be an
envelope on your side."  Hey!  It was some revenge all right.  I just 
don't know if it backfired on her or not.

   Opening the envelope, he read it and frowned, shaking his head.  I
opened mine, read it and let it fall to the floor.  We both looked up at
the same time.  He spoke first.  "She's snuck him in here?  With your
grandfather just moved in?  That...that..."

   I have to give Mom credit.  She still had him so well trained that he
wouldn't call her a bitch or a slut even under these weird circumstances.
Daddy looked furious and confused and still a little turned on.  He just
sat there frozen.  I had already recovered enough to locate his pajama top
and put it on.  "Daddy?  Mom said we both had to go to my room.  You 
want to put some shorts on or something?  Daddy?"

   His face looked drained.  "Huh? Yeah, sure...sure."  Reaching down to
the side of his bed, he picked up last nights boxers (EWW!) and put them on.
Like two conspirators, we walked past Gramps new room and stopped in front
of mine.  

   Ohmigawd!  We could hear a high pitched grunt and that distinctive sound
of skin smacking skin over and over again.  When we heard Mom's voice say
'harder', Daddy couldn't take any more.

   He looked at me all solemn.  "Kathy Lee, You don't have to see this.  I
am sure she meant all of for me."

   I shook my head.  "No, Daddy.  My instructions are to make sure I'm with
you."  I took a deep breath and held his hand.  "C'mon, Daddy. C'mon"
Sure it was the same type of sing song voice that I used when I was talking
him off.  Once again, he nodded and we left their bedroom for my own.

   We stopped at the door, looking at each other as we heard the distinct
sound of two people doing the mattress mambo.  From the corner of my eye,
I saw something lurch and looked down.  OOOoo Weird!  The sounds that came
from the room were having an effect on my father that I didn't expect.

   Daddy was becoming hard at the sound of his wife being fucked by
another man in his daughter's bed.

   When Daddy reached for the doorknob, I reached for his tented shaft.  I
hoped that whatever he saw, my female touch would help him from going crazy
on Mom!  We both froze as the door swung open.

   Sure enough, there was Mom, on her back, her legs deliberately sliding
up and down her lover while he throttled her missionary style.  It only 
took a second to realize that I knew Mom's Lover.  Heck, we all did.
   
   Yup, Gramps was pumping the hell outta Mom.  He had the back of her
knees underneath his elbows so she would stay spread while he put the
fatherly wood to his daughter.  

   They were going at it so hard, they didn't even notice us standing in
the doorway.  I couldn't take my eyes from them as I wondered whether I 
looked that happy while my father was fucking me.  I didn't move until I
felt something poking at me.  I knew that familiar feel by now.  I looked
down and my daddy's stiff pajama tented dick pressing into my side.  Never
let a stiff father go to waste is one of my many motto's.  So I opened the
remaining snap and eased his bottoms to his ankles and me to my knees.
Whew! It seemed his thing was always kinda semi-hard to start.  Kinda
like Gramps but a little harder.  I didn't suck him, but just nuzzled him
to keep him busy without overwhelming him.

  It wasn't until Gramps, slowed his pumping, leaned back and rested my
Mom's legs straight up along his torso so that her ankles were resting at
his shoulders and her head hung over the side of the bed.  This had the 
pronounced effect of making her tits stick out at Gramps.

   Upside down, Mom looked at us and I swear her her nipples hardened
and she gave a sexy little shudder at the sight of her husband and his
daughter love toy kneeling at his side.  Gramps was still just mezmerised
looking at Mom.  I've seen that look first hand and knew he was just 
having a ball.

   Mom broke the silence first.  "Dad, stop...Dad, stop screwing me."
It was a crazy sight, my mother, upside down, looking her husband right
in eye while her own father was buried firmly inside.

   Gramps as always knew the right thing to say.  "Oh shit."

   Dad tried to move toward them, but I grabbed his thigh, rubbing his
dick with my face.  Men!  even though he was way beyond pissed, he still
got harder when he looked down at me, trying to jack him off with my face.
I knew a lot of tricks from the days when I pretty easy and this one stopped
him in his tracks.

   "Let go, Kathy Lee."  Uh oh!  The way he said that meant trouble.  I was
so glad to hear Mom speak up and tell me what to do.  But then, she tells
everyone what to do.

   "No.  Hold him Kathy Lee."  The way Mom twisted her body down and 
around, I knew that whole thing had killed Grampa's boner.  I really
admired my mother as she stood on shaky legs for a second and then seemed
to gather her strength.  I could see shiney trails of sex juices on the
inside of her thigh and OHMIGAWD there was still a drop of her father's
jism on her chin.

   Totally unashamed, nude and proud, my mother calmly turned to me.
   "Kathy Lee, get up.  Stand beside me."

   Getting up, I looked past Mom and Grampa wink.  I sure hoped he knew
something I didn't.  I noticed how Mom was standing.  Both of her hands
behind her back, feet spread apart.  How unfair.  Whatever she was going
to say, she was going to say it with her tits pointing at my father.

  Girl Power.  I jumped on the bandwagon, stripped off his pajama top and
struck the same exact pose.  A daunting image of his two girls naked, both
with that freshly fucked look looking up at him.

   Once again, Mom spoke first.  "Steve, I know you've having our daughter
on a regular basis, right?"

   Daddy just nodded.

   "Well, my father has been having me since I was younger then Kathy Lee.
A lot longer then you.  I only stopped when I met you and only started
again this morning after these two had been going at it like bunnies."

   Daddy sputtered.  "You...never...told me..."

   Daddy!  What are you doing?  Don't you know that when a women is arguing
her brain goes on turbo!  Don't try to outtalk Mom, she's the only one that
is better me!  "No, I never told you.  We stopped when I met you so it was
none of your business.  Have you told me about every girl you've ever put
the wood to?  Hmm?"

   "Gawdamn it that's different.  You're my wife."  Cussing?  More and more
frustration, Daddy.  Give up. You can't win.

   "My father was doing me.  You were doing her.  How is that different?
Steve, quit while you are still ahead."

   "Quit, while I'm ahead?  What the fuck does that mean?  Is there more?"
Good Daddy good!  I could tell he wanted to tear everyone apart, but he
is a lot better then that.  Oh, Daddy don't you see?  Give up. 

   I could feel the heat come from Mom as her anger rose, then a coolness
as her anger fell.  The softness of her hand as she gripped my own and
gently squeezed.  "Oh no.  There's not anymore I want to tell you.  But
you should think of quitting while you're ahead? Hmmm"  

   Another squeeze of her hand.  I felt what she wanted.  A kind of, well,
mother-daughter link.  Together we kneeled.  I kept silent.  Mom wasn't
fighting fair, using every dirty trick in the book to keep control.  We
both knew this was a sight he had been dreaming about since he had been
nailing us both.  Both of us, on our knees, looking up past his limp fat
thing.  (hey, arguments ARE hard on killers, aren't they?)

   Mom put the final pressure on.  "Steve.  You can do whatever your own
manyly pride tells you but look what you are throwing away.  You can pull
this family apart or you can put the three of us on that bed with Grampa."

   I wondered if my forgotten Gramps had waved to my father at that point.
I do think he was smart to stay out of this one.  Daddy didn't say a word.
He just stepped out of his bottoms.  He walked past us.  I mean he actually
walked past two naked kneeling females to go to Gramps.  

   What I saw made will always be in my mind.  No, not the sight of two
men with giant dicks standing side by side.  Well, yea, I will definitely
remember that.  But my father extending his hand and then covering it again
with his own when they shook.

   Oh Great!  Now The two of them looked like kings as they decided which
super utterly bodacious betty they were going to bang first.  "Dad, you've
been enjoying my wife.  Would you like to sample my daughter?"

   Mom and I rolled our eyes at Dad acting like he controlled the whole
situation.  Of course I didn't tell him that Gramps had already had me
many many times.  Gramps simply smiled.  "Does this mean you won't kill 
me and kick me out or kick me out and kill me?"

   Mom started to speak, but stopped when Daddy raised a single hand.
"Quiet woman.  We are discussing the sex arrangements."

   Mom suddenly turned meek.  "Yes dear.  Whatever you say, as always."
She leaned to me and flashed a sharper smile, then the mild grin she 
suppressed with her victories.  "Remember Kathy Lee, being in control
mean letting the men have a few victories of their own."

   Advice?  My mother was giving me advice?  Well, I had to admit she
handled this one pretty okay.  I grinned back at her.  "Mom, they shook
hands!  This means..."

   "Yep.  A happy family.  Shhh, they think they are in control again."

   Gramps cleared his throat.  "Ahem.  Kathy Lee, might I have a moment
of your time?"

   Daddy followed in suit.  "Cody, if you have a minute, there is something
I want to show you."

   I replied meekly so I wouldn't shock Daddy by handling both of their
manly meats!  "Yes, Grandfather.  Please be gentle with me."  Right.  I
still remember how he stuffed those panties in my mouth when he fucked
me silly the first time.  Boy was I gonna surprise him with my newly
acquired ass fucking skills!

   Everything was perfect.  The way we had the family hug and then made
room for each other.  Mom and I with our two favorite men in the same
bed.  The men trying to see who had the bigger dick.  Geez, both were
ten big fat inches.  Way too big, but I think Mom and I could get used
it really fast.  Well, what the heck, I guess we both already were used
to it and I knew I was already trying to figure out when I could get the
two of them to double team me!
  
   MMmmm, it was heaven.  The way Gramps and Dad put both Mom and me
side by side, doing it puppystyle while the two of us held hands.  It
was a pretty noisy affair.  You see, both men were had their balls in
an uproar and were trying to outdo each other.  The result was two loud
whiney females having the goods put to them as the men buffeted us both 
back and forth.  It was kinda cool to see my mother having her head thrust
up the same way mine does when I'm taken from the back.

  I didn't know how long it would last.  You can't be sixteen forever, but
I knew that no matter what our family would always be special.  Our family
would always be together.

                               fin


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