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Widower discovers his son married into an incestuous family, and joins in on the fun...
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As soon as our nest emptied (our son became a firefighter and got married) Belle and I hit the road--something we had planned on for years. We travelled around the country, visiting flea markets where she sold her jewelry, and I drew caricatures.
Belle was my hotwife. She loved fucking and sucking cock more than any woman I had ever known, and I loved watching her fuck and suck. Ours was a marriage made in heaven--a very horny heaven. We were happy. We made more than enough money to maintain our restored 1989 19' Toyota Winnebago Warrior, and put food on the table.
Then, she died: a massive mid-orgasm heart attack. Belle's heart stopped while I was performing cunnilingus, giving her that terminal orgasm while sucking a young black man's fresh semen out of her freshly fucked cunt.
The poor guy freaked out and ran off before the paramedics and cops arrived. I didn't mention him to the cops, and I never heard from him again. There is no doubt that the white cops would have been highly suspicious of a young black male being present at the death of a naked white woman. The autopsy showed that she died of a massive heart attack. Her family had a long history of heart problems in males, but not in females.
I tell people that she died with a smile on her face, but, in reality, nobody dies with a smile on their face. The body's muscles go lax. Their mouths gape open. Their eyes open wide. They look awestruck, shocked and surprised. After rigor mortis set in and closed her mouth, there actually was a hint of a smile.
Belle, a CSI fan, wanted her mortal remains used to advance the forensic sciences. So I donated her body to Texas State University's Forensic Anthropology Research Facility; colloquially known as The Body Farm, where the decomposition of corpses is observed under various conditions to help crime scene investigators more accurately determine time of death.
For the first time in 32 years, I was alone. My son, Alan, and his wife, Cherie, asked me to stay with them for a while. They had a large backyard with a privacy fence where I could park the Winnebago. My old Honda MoPed would be my basic mode of transportation around town.
My granddaughter, Nancy, celebrated her 7th birthday the day I arrived. She was fascinated by my motorhome, and wanted to move in with me. Alan and Cherie told her I needed my privacy.
After we got the Winnebago in place, and rebuilt the part of the wooden fence we had to remove to drive it in, Alan invited me to come in to relax and have a beer or two.
They had an enormous TV screen, and Alan skimmed through the schedule.
"A Fish Called Wanda?" I laughed. "They're showing 'A Fish Called Wanda'?"
"Is it good?" Cherie asked.
"Good? It's one of my all time favorite films."
"It's coming on in five minutes," Alan said.
Nancy entered the room naked.
"Nancy!" Cherie admonished. "Put some clothes on. We have company."
"But y'all said that I could be naked with family. Gramps is family, ain't he?"
"We meant immediate family," Alan said. "Mommy and Daddy."
"He's already seen me naked. Why do I have to put clothes on? You don't mind, do you, Gramps?"
"As you said, I've already seen you, and I'll never be able to unsee what I've seen."
Alan and Cherie looked at each other. Alan shrugged. "Up to you, Babe," he said.
"Okay," she sighed. "My little exhibitionist. I have to check to make sure she's wearing panties before we go anywhere."
"I don't like panties," Nancy whined. "I like being naked."
I caught myself before saying, "I like you being naked too." Instead, I said, "This movie might not be appropriate for a 7-year-old."
"Is it porn?" Cherie asked.
"There's no actual sex, but they talk about sex a lot, there are sexual situations, and the language is ‘R' rated."
Alan laughed, "I'm sure she hears ‘X' rated language on the school playground. I know I did."
Nancy laid on her belly on the floor, directly between me and the TV. I tried my best not to stare at my granddaughter's ass and pussy, which she was displaying just for me. She frequently looked back over her shoulder, wiggled her ass, and gave me a naughty grin.
Cherie and Alan were instantly engrossed in the outrageously hilarious film, and seemed totally unaware of their naughty daughter's lascivious display.
I was glad to be wearing my nearly knee length cargo shorts. If I had been wearing my denim cutoffs, my leaking cockhead, and maybe an inch or two of shaft would have been exposed. I knew I wouldn't be refusing any invitations to watch TV if there was an opportunity to admire my granddaughter's 7-year-old bubble butt and plump prepubescent pussy.
"It's been a long day," I said. "I need to get some rest." If I had been honest, I would have told them I needed to jack off. And that's what I did. I jacked off before showering and again in the shower. I awoke in the middle of the night, and jacked off again.
Alan worked the next day. He worked 24 hours on and 48 hours off at fire station No. 6, which was four blocks from home, at the Cedar Hill subdivision entrance.
I rode my MoPed to the store to replenish my groceries, and was putting the stuff in the fridge and cabinets when Naked Nancy entered without knocking.
"What are you up to, Kid?"
"Nuthin'. Watcha doin'?"
"Getting ready to concoct some mimosas. Want one?"
"What's a mimosa?"
"Orange juice and champagne. Except, I use ginger ale instead of champagne."
"I want one," she replied, nodding.
"Have a seat," I said, gesturing to the small table at the rear of the motorhome.
She knelt in the seat and looked out the rear window. "That's a cool little motorcycle you've got on the back."
"Our MoPed. Your grandmother and I would park this thing when we got to a new town, and ride the MoPed to explore. It'll be my basic transportation while I'm here."
I made the juice from frozen concentrate and served it in a pair of cut crystal champagne flutes given to us by Belle's first ‘OnThe Road' lover at the Canton flea market on our first outing.
We were sipping our nonalcoholic mimosas when Cherie knocked on my door.
"Entree."
She stuck her head in. "Nancy, how many times have I told you not to go outside naked. The Haggertys can see this part of the back yard from their second story window."
"All of their curtains are closed. They're always closed."
"I don't want you bugging your grandfather. People need their privacy. He can come visit us when he needs company."
"You don't want to be alone, do you?" Nancy asked.
"Since your grandmother died, I've discovered that I do enjoy having some alone time."
"I wouldn't never want to be all alone," Nancy said.
"Maybe you will when you get older."
"Do I have to go now?"
"No, Babe. Let's share a couple more mimosas."
"Don't be a pest," Cherie said before going back into the house.
We shared two more glasses of carbonated juice. She got up, came to me, hugged my neck and kissed my cheek.
I hugged back. My left hand went to the small of her back. My right hand momentarily cupped her right buttock before I realized what I had done. "Sorry. I didn't mean to touch you there."
"That's okay," she giggled. "I liked it. It felt good. I won't mind if you want to touch my butt again."
As soon as the door closed behind her, I pulled my cock out and jerked off. I couldn't believe how much my 7-year-old sexpot granddaughter turned me on. It wasn't just her nudity that got to me. It was the way she looked over her shoulder, grinned lewdly at me and wiggled her bare ass. She was well aware of her sexiness, and she flaunted it.
I ejaculated into her champagne flute and drank my seminal fluid from it.
I set up the 12'x12' gazebo canopy on the right side of the Winnebago to help shade it and provide me with an open lounging area. I had just finished when Nancy came out wearing a bright yellow wraparound sundress.
"What's this for?" she asked.
"This is my living room. I have a couple of folding chaise lounges and camp stools for furniture."
"Cool."
I was exhausted after setting it up. It's really a two person job. I brought out the lounges and collapsed on one. She reclined on the other, and the wraparound dress opened, exposing her bare pudenda.
"You like looking at my pussy," she said. It was a statement of fact, not a question.
I started to deny it. Instead I confessed, "I shouldn't, but I do. I love looking at your puffy little pussy and your gorgeous ass."
"I like men looking at my pussy and my ass. I like it a lot. It makes me feel tingly all over," she said. "Can I have another mimosa?"
She spread her legs wide as I stood up, giving me an excellent view of her hot little twat.
I went in and made two more mimosas without bothering to clean the flute into which I had ejaculated. I brought them out, where Nancy greeted me with her naughty smile, staring at my prodigious protuberance.
"Which glass did you squirt in?"
"What!?!" My face felt hot. I was blushing.
"I climbed up on your MoPed rack and peeked and I saw you playing with yourself and squirting in my glass and drinking your cum. You're a very naughty man," she said, taking a sip of my bubbly concoction. "I like naughty men. I like ‘em a lot."
I regained a little of my composure, and asked, "How many naughty men do you know?"
"Lots. Daddy and Grandpa Marsh and Uncle Gordon and Uncle Bill."
I was stunned. She was talking about my son, his father-in-law and brothers-in-law.
"Does your mother know?"
She nodded, giggling, "Grandpa and Uncle Gordon and Uncle Bill been fucking Momma since she was a kid. Daddy loves watching them fuck her, and watching her and me suck their cocks."
"You can't go around telling people about this. They could get in big trouble."
"I know. Grandpa said that I could tell you after I told him about watching you jack off into my glass and drink your own cum. He called Momma from his job, and I told him all about it."
At that moment, a fire truck passed the house with siren blaring and air horn blasting.
We rushed to the front yard and saw smoke billowing from a garage halfway down the block. Alan and one of his firefighters pulled an inch and a half hose into the garage. Two more firefighters dragged the other hose through the front door. There were muffled explosions that sounded like gunshots.
The blaze was quickly extinguished, and Alan walked to us while his crew disconnected and rolled up several lengths of fire hose.
"What happened, Daddy?"
"Looks like the point of origin was a pile of oily rags. Probably spontaneous combustion. Spread to the workbench. The guy loads his own shotgun ammo." He took his helmet off and examined the pockmarks. "Double ought buck, is my guess."
"Did Grandpa call you?"
"Yep," he said, nodding and grinning. "I've known Mom was a slutwife and you were a cuckold since I was 17 years old. I tried to broach the subject several times over the years. I dropped hints, but Mom acted oblivious. It was obvious that she didn't want to talk about it."
"Hotwife and Stag," I said. "I never liked the term ‘cuckold'. I was her felicitant."
"What's a felici-whatever?" Nancy asked.
"Felicitate means to make happy. I helped make her happy."
"I like that," my son chuckled. "Felicitant. I'm Cherie's felicitant."
"How did you find out about us?"
"You left your phone at home one day. One of Mom's lovers called and assumed I was you when I answered. He ranted about Mom being the best fuck and cocksucker he had ever known, and about how hot it was to watch you eat his cream pie after he fucked your wife. He hung up when I asked, ‘Who are you?' I guess he never called back and told you about it."
"I wanted to tell you about us, knowing that you'd find out about our lifestyle someday. But Belle worried about the respect thing. She was afraid you wouldn't respect her if you knew she was a fucking slut."
"Momma's a fucking slut too," Nancy giggled.
"Did you know she was a slut when you married her?" I asked.
"Yes. That's why I married her," he said. "I guess I was born with cuckold--I mean--felicitant genes."
"Weren't you shocked and disappointed to find out about us?"
"Oh yeah! Big time. But the more I thought about it, and dreamed about you letting Mom fuck anybody she wanted to fuck, and watching her fuck and suck cock and eating her pussy after she got fucked, the more it turned me on. I jacked off a lot, imagining it."
"How did you find out about Cherie?"
"She called me ‘Daddy' when she was cumming the first time I fucked her, and I knew that her father was fucking her, and knowing that turned me on! I wanted to watch her father fuck her. I wanted to eat her pussy after her father fucked her. Then I found out that her father and her brothers and an uncle were all fucking her."
I said, ""Your mother's older brother, Warren, started fucking her when she was 9 and he was 11. By the time she was 11, Warren and two of his friends were fucking her. In middle school, she was fucking and sucking her art and English teachers. In high school, it was her speech and drama teacher and the assistant principal. Then, in college there were various professors ."
"You knew she was a slut when you married her?"
"Yes. My first wife was frigid. I wanted pussy and head, and I knew Belle would give me what I wanted whenever I wanted it, as long as I gave her the freedom to do her thing. And her thing quickly became my thing."
"You didn't notice Cherie's vixen anklet?"
"No! I guess I was too fixated on Nancy's sexy ass and twat to notice anything else."
Alan laughed, "That's what Cherie said."
"You were right, Daddy. Gramps' cock is even bigger than yours, and Momma says that your cock is the biggest one that she's ever seen."
"We're ready to go, Cap," one of the firefighters called.
"I have to go back to the station, reload and clean up."
"Carry me back to the house, Gramps."
I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. My right hand cradled her bare ass under the dress.
She giggled, "I love it when Daddy or Grandpa takes me downtown or to the mall, and carries me around in a crowd and plays with my pussy. And I like sitting in the food court where men can look up my skirt and see my pussy. It's so funny when a man's walking by and sees me, and buys some food and sits at a table where he can stare at my cunt."
"That is so hot."
"Wanna take me to the mall? We can take Momma's car."
"Where is your mother?"
"Up in her studio."
"Studio?"
"It's where she does her cam-chat thing. She makes a lot more money than Daddy, and he's a captain."
We went upstairs where there were four bedrooms and a bath. One of the bedrooms had a red light above it.
"The light's on," Nancy said. "We can't disturb her. I know where her keys are. You can write her a note."
Nancy changed into a white, almost translucent silk blouse, a short plaid skirt and white knee socks.
"Is that your school uniform?"
"My school don't have a uniform. Grandpa says that some men think school uniforms are sexy on girls, so he bought this for me to wear to the mall."
I drove Cherie's red Mazda Miata to the mall. The nearest available parking space was nearly a half block away from the main entrance. I carried Nancy all the way, with my right hand cradling her bare ass under the short skirt. I got a couple of double takes from men headed in the opposite direction. There were more double and triple takes inside the mall on the way to the food court, where I bought two hot dogs while still carrying my granddaughter. She carried the food, and directed me to her table of choice.
We had been seated less than five minutes when she giggled, "See the guy buying some KFC?"
"Yeah?"
"He's going to sit at that table in front of me so he can look up my skirt. Don't look at him yet."
The man sat in the spot she predicted.
"He saw me when he was walking past the food court, and bumped into an old woman. He nearly knocked her down."
Minutes earlier, I heard an irate woman's voice yell, "Watch where you're going, Bozo!"
Nancy turned her face toward me while watching the voyeur out of the corner of her eye. "He just looked around, and kind of squeezed his dick."
Nancy slowly and sensually consumed her hotdog.
We finished eating, got up and discarded our trash in the waste bin. I saw the voyeur go hastily to the restroom. I followed.
He was in the furthest stall from the door when I entered. I entered the second stall from him, and jacked off, knowing he was doing the same. I heard a muted moan come from his stall, and I came, knowing he was cumming.
I exited my stall right behind him, and washed my hands in the sink next to his. I knew he recognized me when he looked in the mirror, but he said nothing. He exited the restroom ahead of me.
Nancy sat on a bench near the restroom, waiting for me. He came to an abrupt halt when he saw her. The skirt was positioned in such a way that her pussy was not quite visible.
"Hi, Gramps," she called cheerfully, getting up.
"Hi, Babe. I didn't get you a birthday present. What would you like?"
"A bikini!"
"Let's go find you a bikini."
"Not here. Let's go to the Sand ‘n' Surf Boutique. They got sexier ones."
The voyeur was nearby, listening intently while pretending to peruse a craft store's window display.
I carried Nancy through the Mall and out to the car.
We had been in the boutique less than five minutes when Mr. Voyeur arrived. But it took Nancy less than five minutes to find the hot pink teenie weenie string bikini she wanted, and was in the dressing room, changing when her admirer entered.
"Gramps, can you help me tie this thing?"
I tied the left side with a square knot and a bow, and the right side with just the bow. That way, she would only have to untie and tie the right side. The tiny triangles on top barely covered her areolae. The front barely covered her labia majora. The top of the triangle was maybe a centimeter above her clitoral hood. The back covered little more than her intergluteal cleft.
She came out of the dressing room, and admired herself in the full length mirror. She looked at her front, back and both sides, then struck several poses, including bending over with her back to the mirror, looking back over her shoulder and wiggling her butt.
I think the voyeur came in his pants while he was paying for a beach towel, an umbrella, bathing trunks and sunscreen. His disappointment was evident when he heard me say, "Let's go home. I'm not comfortable driving your mother's car, especially without her permission."
Nancy threw her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth. "Thank you, Gramps. Thank you for taking me to the mall and buying my birthday bikini."
The boutique was built up on stilts, 12' above the sand. Our voyeur was looking down on us when we got into the convertible, where she hugged and kissed me again.
"Buckle up, kid," I said, caressing her left thigh from knee to within inches of her hot pink bikini clad twat.
Cherie was sitting at the kitchen counter, munching on a PB&J when we returned home.
"Wanda said it would be okay for me to borrow your car."
"It is. But ask me first. And don't go spoiling our little brat."
"That is a grandparent's duty. That's what we're supposed to do."
"And I'm his only grandkid. Grandpa Reed has five others; Rex and Roy and Eddie and Roland and Marsha."
"How old are they?" I asked.
"Gordon's twins, Rex and Roy, are 13. Bill's kids are stair stepped; Eddie's 12, Roland's 10, and Marsha's 9."
Nancy giggled, "The boys started fucking Marsha for real the day before her birthday."
"Nancy!?!"
"Grandpa told me that I could tell him all about our family sex stuff."
"He did?"
"Yeah. You had to go do your sex cam stuff."
Cherie picked up her phone and texted a message.
The phone rang a moment later.
"Hello, Dad," she said before handing me the phone.
"Welcome to the family, Grady. I wish we could be there, but we're running a bit behind schedule and over budget on this job, and have to get caught up. Me and the boys and their families will be there tomorrow for our regular Sunday afternoon cookout and incest fest."
"Dad and my brothers are roofing contractors," Cherie clarified. "They're working on a new subdivision down the road."
"You have an incest fest every Sunday?"
"Sundays, and all the holidays, along with full moons, the solstices and the equinoxes," she laughed.
"Can we go to the beach, Momma?"
"Yeah. I haven't been this summer."
"I'll grab a pair of cutoffs," I said. "I don't have a swim suit."
"Let's go to the Sand & Surf and buy him one, Momma. A sexy one."
Cherie drove. Nancy sat in my lap, grinding her butt against my aching erection.
"It's so big, Momma. You're gonna love it."
"I know Alan wants us to wait until tomorrow, when everyone will be with us to initiate him into our family."
"Our Fucking Family!" Nancy giggled.
Nancy knew which suit she wanted for me, and went directly to the Stars & Stripes Speedo.
I went to the boutique's restroom and jacked off before putting the glorified jockstrap on.
"He's here!" Nancy said as we stepped out onto the landing.
"Who?" Cherie asked.
"The guy who was perving me at the mall and followed us here."
We rented three wood and canvas deck chairs and a beach umbrella, and set up about five yards from Mr. Voyeur.
"Could you do us, Grady?" Cherie asked, handing me the tube of Sun Bum sunscreen lotion, and lying face-down on the deck chair.
I generously applied the lotion to her back, the backs of her legs, and the exposed flesh of her buttocks. When I spread the lotion on her inner thighs, the edge of my forefingers rubbed against her barely covered cunt. She emitted a soft pleasure moan.
She rolled over onto her back, and I offered her the tube. She shook her head. "I like the way you do it," she said with a lewd grin.
My cock obscenely protruded the Speedo, but I was beyond caring.
I slowly and sensually slathered her face, neck, shoulders and arms before moving on to her chest and belly, where my little finger teased the top edge of her skimpy bikini bottom, before moving on to her long legs, again rubbing her pussy with the edges of my index fingers.
"Do me, Gramps! Do me like you did my mommy!"
The Gulf breeze died down at that moment, and there was a barely audible moan above the surf sound from Mr. Voyeur, nearly 15 feet away. I was certain he came in his brand new tropical print Baggies.
Our one-man audience openly gawked as I slowly and sensually slathered Nancy's prepubescent body in the same way I had done her mother. When the edge of my index finger touched the hot pink bikini crotch, she arched her back and sensually swayed her hips.
"Let's go play in the waves!" she said when I finished.
We played in the surf, with me picking them both up and throwing them as far as I could, until I was too exhausted to play anymore. We returned to the deck chairs, where I again slowly and sensually administered the lotion to their lithe bodies.
Our voyeur had moved his umbrella and deck chair. He was now less than 8 feet away.
I repeated the process, lingering longer than before on the inner thighs and crotch.
"Oh, Gramps," Nancy whispered just loud enough for the voyeur to . "That feels SO Fucking good," .
"Nancy!?!" Cherie admonished.
"It does, Mommy. You know it does."
"Yes, Baby. You're right. It does."
The voyeur went waist deep into the surf, stared directly at us and jacked off.
We went back into the surf and played a while longer. The voyeur came out, standing less than 10 feet away, and watched as I picked up Wanda and Cherie, and threw them as high and as far as I could.
I grabbed their right upper arms with my left hand, and cupped their crotches with my right, and held them up high for a moment before throwing. Mr. Voyeur watched and masturbated.
My back and arm muscles tired quickly. "I'm done," I whined. "I can't do any more. Are y'all ready to go home?"
"Please, Gramps. Throw me one more time."
When I lifted her out of the water, I saw the right side of her bikini bottom was untied. The skimpy material fluttered in the breeze as she went airborne, exposing her beautiful bald pussy.
"It came off," she said when she resurfaced. "It came off when I went under water."
"That's a shame," Cherie lamented. "Your grandfather just bought it for your birthday."
We were almost ashore when our watcher called out, "I've got it!"
Nancy was little more than knee deep in the water when she turned to look at him.
"I felt it brush against my leg. At first, I was afraid it was jellyfish tentacles. It's your bikini bottom."
He hurriedly sloshed his way to us, waving the miniscule piece of hot pink fabric in the breeze. He handed it to her, unabashedly staring at her pussy.
"Thank you, Mister--"
"Smith. Jim Smith."
She raised her left leg to put it through the tied side of the bikini, lost her balance and fell over. "Hold me up, Gramps."
I stood behind her and placed my hands under her sides, just under her armpits. The pads of my middle fingers pressed against her stiff little nipples.
She got her foot and leg through the hole and pulled the bottom up. She paused and smiled at the man, giving him one last look at her pudenda, before saying, "Tie it for me, Gramps."
Once the bottom was secured in place, she crooked her finger, and Jim Smith bent closer.
She hugged his neck and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for saving my bikini bottom, Mr. Smith."
"It was my pleasure, Nancy."
"Yeah," she giggled naughtily. "I know."
My granddaughter again rode on my lap on the return home.
"That was so fucking hot," Cherie said. "I am so fucking horny, I could scream. I can hardly wait until tomorrow. I'm going to go to my studio and fuck my brains out with a dildo!"
"Me too?" Nancy pleaded.
After we returned home, Cherie texted, "FEO Check Nancam."
"FEO?" I asked.
"Family Eyes Only. Everyone in our network can access the nanny cam in my studio."
Her studio looked like what I imagined a Gilded Era New Orleans brothel boudoir would look.
She made certain her commercial sex cam was off.
Cherie and Nancy undressed me. Nancy and I undressed Cherie. Then, Cherie and I undressed Nancy.
"No touching," Cherie said. "Not until the family's all here tomorrow."
We faced the nanny cam and masturbated.
Afterwards, Cherie ordered pizza.
"Gramps' cock is bigger than Daddy's, ain't it?"
"I'm not certain. Maybe a little longer, but not by much, if at all. Pretty close to identical. It looks bigger because he's smaller than your father."
By sunset, I was exhausted, and went to bed.
I was reclining on my lounger taking the first sip of my second cup of coffee when Alan arrived from work. "Good morning, Dad. I see you're still an early riser."
"Every sunrise needs my stamp of approval," I said. "I heard sirens in the middle of the night. Anything serious?"
"It was 4:30. House fire. A drunk passed out on his sofa smoking a cigarette. The butt probably fell between cushions and smoldered for hours before igniting."
"Terrible way to go."
"He probably never woke up. Smoke inhalation did him in. Fortunately, no one else was in the house."
"Coffee?"
"Yes, please."
I fetched a mug and served him.
"That was so fucking hot yesterday, Dad, watching you and my wife and daughter masturbating. I went into the restroom, sat in the stall and jacked off watching on my phone. One of my firefighters came in and took a leak in the urinal. I think he knew, or at least suspected I was masturbating. They all know that she and I engage in sexting and phone sex."
"When's the rest of the family arriving?"
"Usually between 10 and 11. Today, I doubt that anyone will be later than 10. It wouldn't surprise me if everyone was present or accounted for by 9. It's been a while since we've welcomed a new member."
They began arriving at 8:30.
Cherie introduced them as they arrived. "This is my daddy, "Marshall Mann and mom, Pamela."
"Call me Marsh."
"My brother, Gordon, and his boys, Rex and Roy. My other brother, Bill, his wife, Gloria, and their kids, Eddie, Roland and Marsha."
Marsha would have looked angelically innocent if it weren't for those gleefully mischievous eyes. "Are you going to make us some mimosas?" she giggled.
"Is your cock really bigger than Uncle Alan's big cock?" 10-year-old Roland asked.
"No. It's about the same size. It looks bigger because Alan's heavier and taller than I am."
"I wanna see!" Marsha demanded.
"We all do," Gloria said.
"Let's go inside and let the party begin," Cherie said.
Inside, slip covers were on the couches, chairs and even the ottomans. A tan canvas tarp with multiple stains covered the carpet. A portable clothes rack with wood hangers stood in the foyer.
"Boy!" I exclaimed. "Y'all are ready for a serious orgy!"
"We've learned a bit over the years," Marsh explained as he stripped. "We've stained a lot of upholstery and carpeting."
Pamela, being the family matriarch, was the mistress of ceremonies. "Since Grady is the newbie, he should start the show. And, since his only incestuous relationship would be with his granddaughter, it is up to them to start the party."
"Can I suck your cock, Gramps?"
"May I."
She rolled her eyes. "May I suck your cock, grandfather?"
"You certainly may."
"Suck it, Baby," Cherie urged. "Suck your grandfather's big fucking cock."
My granddaughter had been well trained in the cunnilingual arts. I don't think I lasted a full minute before erupting into her hot mouth, catching her by surprise.
She gagged and coughed while I stammered embarrassed apologies.
I looked around and counted heads. "Five females to nine males. Good odds."
Pamela chuckled, "Make that five and a half to eight and a half. Like all of us, Roland's bi. Unlike the rest of us, his preference is homo sex."
"He's a fucking butt slut," Roy said. "The boy loves being cornholed."
"I'm next!" Cherie exclaimed. "I've been wanting my husband's father to fuck me for years. I want to feel the cock that filled his mother's cunt and planted the seed that would become Alan."
My cock twanged to an instant rock-hard erection. "How do you want it, Daughter-in-law?"
"How do you want your daddy to fuck me?" she asked Alan.
"Doggy style, with me under you in a 69 position."
"I loved doing that with your mother and her lovers," he added.
"I want you to taste your Daddy's hot cum in my cunt."
On the fourth or fifth stroke, I pulled out too far. My cock slipped out of Cherie's cunt, and into my son's mouth. He gave it a quick suck before guiding it back into his wife's pussy.
The orgy lasted all day, and well into the night. I fucked all of the women and even sodomized Roland, with Bill guiding my cock into his 10-year-old son's rectum, and urging me to "Fuck the shit out of my little cocksucking butt slut!"
Marsh flaked out before I did. Gordon and Bill lasted a bit longer. Rex and Roy were still banging away when I fell asleep.
The next morning, Cherie announced that she was going to have her IUD removed, and fuck only me until she got pregnant with my baby. I, on the other hand, was free to take advantage of any willing cunt, mouth or ass whenever and however I wished.
I practically moved in with Marsh and Pamela. She reminded me a lot of Belle, and loved fucking and sucking. When Marsh wasn't subcontracting subdivision projects, he did hurricane and tornado damage repairs. Pamela needed company when he was on the road. We frequently visited the distant construction sites in my motorhome.
Life just couldn't get any better.
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