                      Taking care of Grandpa
                         An Erotic Story

     Carol first became suspicious about 3 days after the kids 
came back from vacationing with their grandfather.  It had been a 
wonderful two weeks; almost a second honeymoon with her husband.  
Having her grandfather take care of the three children, leaving 
the two of them able to act like newlyweds for two whole weeks 
together, without having to worry about the children had been 
wonderful.  This was the fourth vacation her father-in-law had 
"babysat" the kids for them, and it was getting almost addicting.  
With the freedom to act like the teenagers they had been when 
they first got married, the two of them had almost acted like 
newlyweds the whole two weeks.  Carol wondered if she was 
pregnant again, like she had been the very first time with Jenny, 
when Michael was five, and Miranda was only three; or like she 
had thought she might be the second time, three years later.  
Seven years go by so quickly.  Well, if she was, she was.  She 
and George had spaced their kids out enough.  And it wasn't as if 
they couldn't afford more children, or even didn't want any.  
It's just that up to now, they had been so BUSY.  At a little 
over 30, Carol still felt young enough to raise three or four 
more children; now that they could finally afford it.  "Having 
children is a pain though," she thought.  "It's too bad you can't 
have somebody else carry the kids FOR you."  She giggled at the 
thought.  Well, kids, especially like the ones she had now, were 
worth the pain and bother of pregnancy and yes, even childbirth.  
Carol actually found herself hoping she had "caught" while on 
vacation.  With the kids back home, she and George would find it 
hard to "get together" at the appropriate times.  Especially, 
without the kids catching them.
     That was getting to be a big problem now.  With Mike just 
getting into his teens, they knew the boy had to know SOMETHING 
about sex.  (His father had given the boy the book "Show Me" when 
he was 10, and Mike had never asked questions since.)  
Thankfully, he didn't seem all that interested in girls yet, so 
they didn't have to worry about some neighbor-girl showing up 
with a big belly by him, like she had by George, when she was 
only about three years older than her son.
     Miranda was another matter.  The cute little kid seemed to 
enjoy teasing her father, and yes, even her older brother, by 
wearing next-to-nothing around the house; and peeking in on her 
parents at some of the MOST inopportune times.
     Still, Carol would never have even suspected that the 10-
year-old was anything but a virgin, like her two siblings, if she 
hadn't overheard the two kids discussing the last day they had 
spent with their grandfather.  She certainly would never have 
suspected the old man of molesting the little girl he so 
obviously doted on, and who seemed to like him just as much.
     To see Miranda's eyes light up, any time she or her husband 
mentioned taking the kids over to visit, you knew that the little 
girl and her grandfather had a special relationship.  But she had 
never suspected that it was THIS kind of "special."




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     Now that she thought of it though, Carol wondered if she 
shouldn't have been suspicious before.  Miranda's relationship 
with the old man had always been extremely close.  (OK!  So 50 
isn't all that old.  Grandpa Mike was actually still fairly good 
looking, as work on the farm had kept him healthy and trim; 
unlike so many other "middle-aged" men.  No, 50 wasn't really all 
that old.)  Even at 6 years old, Carol remembered how her 
daughter had bragged about "taking care of Grandpa" when they 
went over to visit.  She had been a regular little home-maker; 
cleaning the dishes, and trying to help cook, and generally 
trying to help take the place of her grandmother, which Grandpa 
Mike had so obviously missed when she died from a stroke the year 
before.
     Only Carol had never even suspected that the little girl's 
self-assumed duties of "taking care of Grandpa," had included 
taking care of him in bed!
     The child's brother and sister (now that Carol thought of 
it) must have known something, because if their sister had been 
sleeping with the old man, (as now seemed likely) it would have 
been difficult for them NOT to know.
     Carol shivered at the thought.  HAD her little girl been 
"taking care of" her grandfather, ever since she was six years 
old?  If so, why hadn't the little girl complained about being 
molested?  Carol found it hard to believe that a 6-year-old would 
crawl into bed with her grandfather, and let him stick his thick 
baby-maker up inside her tight little hole and fill her womb with 
his seed, without objecting.  Only Miranda never HAD objected to 
going to visit her grandfather.  In fact, the little girl had 
always seemed to enjoy the thought of staying with the old man; 
even (Or, now that Carol thought about it, especially) when she 
could spend time alone with him.
     Even now, Carol would probably never have suspected, if she 
hadn't heard that one remark from her daughter.
     Mike and Jenny had been talking together about "helping 
Grandpa with the chores," when one of them made some kind of 
remark to Miranda about her helping Grandpa in the kitchen.  "You 
DID help Grandpa fix breakfast, didn't you?" asked Mike.  "I know 
you and Grandpa were up a long time before we were."  He looked 
pointedly at his little sister when he said this, with a grin.
     Even that wasn't enough to make Carol suspicious, until the 
boy continued, "I know how you like to take care of him."
     At this time, Carol was grinning to herself, as she though 
of how proud the little girl always seemed to be at "taking care 
of" her grandfather.  She almost missed the little girl's reply.
     "Oh don't worry," she said, "I took REAL good care of 
Grandpa three times; since we were leaving when Momma got there.  
Afterwards, we DID fix breakfast together, just like you 
thought."
     Well, "taking care of Grandpa" could have meant many things.  
Carol could only think of ONE possible meaning for "taking good 
care of him three times in one night."  Oh shit!  How long had 
this been going on?





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     It couldn't be since the little girl was 6 years old, could 
it?  At least, Miranda didn't seem to be hurt too badly by the 
experience.  In fact, listening to her, she seemed to be proud of 
the fact that she had "taken care of her grandfather" that well.  
God, and she was only 10 years old.
     A cold shiver of fear went down the woman's back, as she 
remembered herself at the same age.  Carol had started 
menstruating barely after her 10th birthday, and she didn't think 
her little girl would start much later.  Oh God; Miranda might be 
pregnant with her own grandfather's baby, at that very moment!
     Carol's shiver of fear at her daughter's possible 
predicament, was joined by an entirely unexpected emotion.  
Horniness.  Only 10 years old, and pregnant by her own 
grandfather . . . .
     Carol felt an unexpected trickle of arousal wet her vagina.  
God, if she had only had the chance to get screwed by her 
grandfather, when she was that young.  Only she hadn't.  Her 
father had been the only male in the house, and a girl doesn't 
make it with her own father, does she?  On the other hand, a girl 
doesn't make it with her own grandfather either.
     Carol was by now thoroughly confused.  It had been two days 
since she had overheard that conversation, and she didn't know 
whether to be aroused, indignant, or horrified at the thought of 
her little girl getting royally screwed by her own grandfather.  
Besides, it was just a suspicion.
     She didn't want to just go into the little girl's bedroom, 
and accuse her own daughter of acting like a slut and fucking her 
own grandfather.  She didn't want to accuse her father-in-law of 
such an obscene thing either . . . at least, not without more 
evidence.  If Miranda HADN'T been sexually involved with the old 
man, Carol knew she might spoil forever the special relationship 
the two had, if she accused him of molesting her little girl.  
Heck, if he HAD been "playing around" with her, or even fucking 
her, Miranda didn't seem hurt by it.  Making wild accusations 
would probably spoil things for her daughter in either case.  On 
the other hand, if the old man WAS fucking the little girl, then 
she couldn't let it continue, could she?  Especially, as the 
little girl was fast approaching puberty, and her body could be 
preparing itself for having a baby right now.
     Three days of wondering and worrying were too much.  By the 
weekend, Carol knew that "Grandpa Mike" has already been prepared 
and expecting to take care of the three kids overnight, and 
through Saturday.  She had to make SOME kind of decision before 
then.  Even no decision was a decision to just LET the two of 
them proceed with whatever incestuous relationship they had (if 
any).  Carol decided it was time to talk to her husband.

     "He WHAT!"  George's reaction was not unexpected to Carol.  
"Why that Son-Of-A-Bitch!" he yelled.  "I'll KILL the bastard 
with my own hands!"
     Carol was glad she had the foresight to talk to her husband 
when the three kids were at school.  As it was, her husband's 
not-unexpected reaction was making her stomach queasy . . . .
      "Or was that morning-sickness?" she wondered.  Well, if so, 
this was NOT the time to inform her husband.


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     "Raping my little girl," fumed the man, "why when I get my 
hands on him . . . ."
     "I did NOT say he raped Miranda," said Carol.
     "Huh?"  George was almost startled at his wife's calm 
response.  He expected her to be as upset about this as he 
was . . . .
     Only Carol had had several days to think things over; unlike 
her husband.  Thank goodness it hadn't been HIM who had overheard 
that little conversation.
     "I don't know WHAT she meant, for sure," she told her 
husband calmly.  "It just SOUNDED like they might be involved 
sexually.  I can't be sure."
     "Well how CAN we be sure?" George almost bellowed.
     "I don't know.  In any case, we can't just go in and ACCUSE 
him of molesting Miranda.  By the same token, we don't want to go 
ask HER.  You know how she feels about her grandfather."
     By now George had blown off enough steam to listen to his 
wife.  They never made momentous decisions without consulting 
each other.  "So?" he prompted.
     "So, if we go in and accuse her of seducing her grandfather, 
or him of molesting HER, without at least more to go on than we 
have now, then we're liable to make her mad at US, and spoil any 
possible chance of getting out of this mess with nobody getting 
hurt."
     "But what if he IS molesting her?" he asked.
     "George," sighed Carol, "does Miranda look unhappy to you?"
     "Well, no but . . ."
     "Does she seem to want to avoid contact with her 
grandfather," the woman continued.
     "Well, no but . . ."
     "Well, no but," she repeated, "whatever has been happening, 
Miranda doesn't seem to mind it too much.  In fact, considering 
the way she seems to look forward to visits with her grandfather, 
if he HAS been 'molesting' her, or even if she's been seducing 
HIM, it doesn't seem to have hurt her all that much, now does 
it?"
     "Well, no but . . ."  George was stuck in a rut.  He just 
couldn't imagine a 10 year old little girl actually WANTING to be 
"molested" by an older man.
     "No more 'buts'," replied his wife.  "Think of THIS:  What 
if Miranda IS having an affair with her grandfather, and wants it 
to continue?  What do we do then?  Do we punish her; beat her; 
ground her; forbid her to ever see her grandfather again?  Or do 
just let her keep on keeping on?  After all, she doesn't seem to 
be damaged by it so far."
     "My head aches," moaned George; sitting down in a chair, and 
holding his head in his hands.  "All I want is for Miranda to be 
happy.  She CAN'T be happy, being forced to have sex with her own 
grandfather, can she?"
     "Does it SOUND like she's being forced?" asked Carol.
     "Well, no but . . ."
     "Well no but shit!" exclaimed Carol; getting disgusted by 
the same response all the time.  "Either she's being forced, or 
she isn't.  It doesn't sound to ME like she is . . . .
      Do you agree, or don't you, damnit?!"


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     "Well, no . . ."  George took one look at his wife, and 
hurriedly changed what he was going to say.  ". . . I guess not."
     "In fact," pressed Carol, "she even seems to WANT to spend 
time with her grandfather, and, from the way she talks, is even 
PROUD of "taking good care" of him, don't you think?"  Once 
having gotten ONE admission from her husband, Carol wasn't about 
to let the bit get out of her teeth, until she had him admitting 
to what she had already previously figured out.
     "I guess so."  George was cornered, and  knew it.  Still, he 
couldn't disagree with anything his wife had said . . . Yet.
     "So, since we're fairly sure she isn't getting hurt, and 
also pretty sure that she WILL get hurt, if we go in making all 
sorts of accusations, then maybe we'd better leave things alone?"
     "What?!" This was too much for George.  "You're not 
suggesting that we just let my father go right on fucking our 
daughter, are you?"  He deliberately used the coarsest term he 
could; trying to shock his wife.
     "If he's happy, and more importantly, if SHE is happy, why 
not?" asked Carol.  This was the conclusion she had slowly been 
working up to all week.  "After all," she continued, "every other 
thing we might do, looks like it would just make things worse.  
Now don't you agree?"  Carol held her breath.
     "I suppose . . . but it just doesn't seem right to let him 
go right on fucking her behind our backs!"  George finally let go 
with the item that had rankled him second-most, once he realized 
that Miranda was NOT being hurt by whatever was going on between 
her and his father.
     "No," agreed Carol.  "And there's yet ANOTHER reason we have 
to find out what's REALLY going on."
     "What's that?"  By now, George was suspicious of anything 
his wife had to say.  After all, if you looked at it, she had 
just gotten him to agree to let his own father continue having 
sex with his 10 year old little girl, as if it was normal for a 
child that young to fuck her own grandfather.
     "She might get pregnant."
     "Oh shit," said George, with feeling.  "That really tears 
it!  But you're right.  We just CAN'T let her go on fucking him, 
(if she is) when she might get pregnant."
     "Uh George," said Carol.
     "What?"
     "You haven't thought this through.  What if she WANTS to get 
pregnant?"
     "Huh?  She CAN'T!  I mean, she's only 10 years old!"  George 
felt like he was about to cry, for his child's "lost innocence."  
Only he wondered if she ever had any innocence to lose?  From the 
sound of it, Miranda had been . . . been sleeping with her 
grandfather since she was 6 years old . . . or even less.  They 
didn't even know when she had started.  (Or for that matter IF 
she had started, as they weren't completely sure she HAD started 
yet.  It was all speculation.)







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     "George," reminded his wife, "if she's been fucking him, 
she's been doing it for over four years now.  She knows where 
babies come from . . . .
     I made sure she did, when she was eight.  I didn't want her 
getting pregnant by accident.  If she DOES get pregnant, I'm 
pretty sure it will NOT be by accident, as I'm sure her 
grandfather would supply her with anything she needed, if she 
asked."
     "Oh shit," was her husband's only response.
     They both sat there quietly for a while.  Finally the man 
stirred.  "Well, what ARE we going to do?" he asked.  "You say we 
can't just go right out and ASK her."
     "I've got an idea," said Carol, "but you're not going to 
like it."
     "What?" asked George, suspiciously.  Somehow he knew his 
wife was going to be right about his "not liking it," and somehow 
he knew he was going to be talked into it anyway.  He was right.
     "NO!" he exploded, when she first broached the idea.  
"Absolutely NOT!  You're out of your mind, and I won't do it!"
     By that afternoon, his objections had gone to "I 
can't . . . . She's my own daughter . . . . It's bad enough that 
Dad is doing it, but not me."
     By nightfall, his protestations had subsided to:  "Are you 
SURE about this?  I don't want any of the kids thinking I 'came 
on' to any of them."
     "George," soothed the woman, "I told you . . . if you do it 
right, Miranda won't think anything of it.  I'm sure she loves 
you just as much or more than her grandfather.  And I know you're 
even LESS likely to hurt her than he is.  So, if she's just an 
'innocent little girl' and we're mistaken about this, she'll 
treat it as innocently, and nobody will get hurt by wild 
accusations.  On the other hand, if she's been 'doing it' with 
her grandfather all these years, she won't even ask what you 
mean.  So either way, nobody is hurt."
     "I am," he said, a little bitterly.
     "Oh?" she asked; now with a little bit of mirth in her 
voice.  "Is fucking a horny little 10 year old girl who actually 
WANTS to get fucked, going to 'hurt' you so bad?  Or is it the 
fact that her grandfather got in her tight little hole first, 
that bothers you so much.  Your prick doesn't seem to be so 
turned-off by the idea."
     This was the truth.  By now, his wife's erotic plan had 
begun to arouse George, in SPITE of his feeling guilty at the 
thought of "molesting" his own child.  Only, if Carol was right, 
he wouldn't be molesting her.  If she was the innocent little 
girl he had thought she was before that morning, then she still 
would be when she went to sleep that night.  If she wasn't 
innocent, then he would only give her something she seemed to be 
missing, since her grandfather wasn't there.  In any case, he 
wasn't going to FORCE his little girl to do anything she didn't 
want to do.  "OK," he sighed; finally capitulating.  "If you say 
so."





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     Carol smiled at him.  How could she NOT love her husband, 
for being so protective of the little girl they both loved.  
Tonight, AFTER they found out whether Miranda "needed help" like 
they suspected she had been helping her grandfather, she was 
going to tell George all about her queasy stomach, and what she 
suspected was causing it.  He deserved a reward for taking such 
good care of their little girl.
     Carol had to giggle again.  If he "took REAL good care" of 
the little girl, then possibly HER stomach would be "queasy" in 
another month or two.  Damn, what a sexy idea.  Two babies at the 
same time.  Carol always HAD wanted a big family.  Only they 
never could afford it, until now.
     "Why is it," she mused, "that you can't afford children, 
until you're almost too old to have them?"  Well, maybe at least 
ONE of her daughters wouldn't have that problem.  She giggled 
again at the thought of what she was going to say to her 
daughter.  Carol almost couldn't STOP giggling all through 
supper, and all the time she watched TV, until bedtime.  It made 
it hard to act sick, like she was supposed to be; but rumbles in 
her stomach helped.

     At 9:30, it was bedtime, and a little past.  All three 
children had to be in school the next day.  As they headed off to 
their own bedrooms, Carol stopped her eldest daughter.  
"Miranda?" she said.
     "Yes, Momma?"  The child's voice was an octave higher.
     "Could you do me a favor tonight?"  Carol made her voice 
sound a little pleading.
     "Uh, what?"  Even at 10, the little girl wasn't dumb enough 
to get trapped into taking out the garbage or something like 
that, without at least putting up a token rejection that showed 
she was being "put-upon".  Even kids want to know that their 
efforts are seen as efforts, and not just something expected of 
them.  Only the "chore" that her mother was "expecting" her to 
"help" with tonight, was completely unexpected.
     "I have a headache tonight, (not completely a lie) and your 
father has been so nice lately I want him to feel good."
     The little girl just raised her eyebrows (something she had 
just learned to do recently) to urge her mother to continue.
     "So, you know how you 'take care' of Grandpa Mike?" she 
asked.
     For a moment, the little girl looked wary.  "Uhuh," she 
said; noncommittally.
     Her older brother (also named Mike, after his grandfather) 
had stopped to listen,  His eyes were as big as quarters; but he 
didn't say a word.
     "Well," continued Carol; now SURE of what had been going on, 
"I was wondering if you could 'take care of' your father, the 
same way.  If you don't mind, that is."
     Carol held her breath.  Would the little girl get all 
uptight at the suggestion?






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     Miranda considered it.  "Are you SURE you won't mind?" she 
asked.
     Now Carol grinned; and let out her breath with a gust.  The 
little girl was asking HER, if she minded!  "Not if you don't," 
she replied, "I would really appreciate it.  Please?"
     "OK, Momma," she said.  "If you're sure."  The little 10-
year-old dashed off to her bedroom leaving a sentence trailing in 
the air.  "Grampa Mike always said HIS wife wouldn't have 
understood him fucking me; though I don't know why . . . .
     Thanks Momma!"
     The little girl COULDN'T have said, "him fucking me," could 
she?  Carol wondered if she had really heard right.  Well, in 
half an hour, her husband would know for sure.  She had 
instructed him to go into the little girl's bedroom then, and 
start getting undressed.  If Miranda objected, or even wondered 
what he was doing, then he was to pick up his clothes and leave.  
If not, then he was to let HER call the shots.  Since her mother 
had instructed her to, "take care of her father, just like she 
took care of her grandfather," whatever she did then would let 
them know how far the old man had gone with the little girl, 
without them ever having to ask, or look like they were accusing 
somebody of something.
     George was nervous and jittering, (so was Carol) when she 
finally sent him down the hall to their daughter's bedroom.

     After waiting 10, 15, and finally 20 minutes, and not 
hearing screams of either horror, fright, pain, or even ecstasy, 
Carol could stand the suspense no more.  Putting on her 
housecoat, (just in case) she padded down the hall to the little 
girl's bedroom and peeked in.  What a sight.
     George was decidedly naked, and in definitely what could be 
called a "compromising position" as he was lying between his 
daughter's legs, with his big prick sliding in and out of her hot 
little hole, while she humped back at her father.  The bed was 
making "squeak-squeak" noises, as he slid in and out.
     Both partners were too involved in what they were doing to 
notice the older woman looking in on them.  For all the obscenity 
of a father fucking his own daughter, with his bare quivering 
prick about to squirt thick white gobs of the same sperm that 
created her 11 years earlier, in the little girl's sucking young 
womb, it was obvious that this was NO rape.  The little girl had 
her legs locked around her father's back; humping back at him 
just as hard as he was pushing into her; while mewls of 
satisfaction showed that this was not only not the first time the 
child had been fucked, but she knew just what to do to make it 
feel good . . . both to herself, AND to her lover.  "Oh God!" 
gasped George, "I'm going to cum in you . . . .
     I can't help it."
     "Do it, Daddy," gasped the little girl, in response, "do it, 
do it, do it."
     If anything, the action on the bed got even MORE violent; 
rocking the bed until the headboard started hitting the wall in 
the characteristic "thump . . . thump . . . thump," of the 
natural period of sex.



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     "Boy, Dad is really putting it to her, isn't he?" commented 
the interested voice of a teenaged boy at Carol's elbow.  The 
woman almost jumped out of her skin; banging an elbow on the 
doorway.  Her son Mike was watching his sister get fucked, as if 
he saw it every day, while their little sister was looking past 
her mother at her father and sister "getting it on" with eyes as 
big as saucers.  Still the little girl didn't express shock or 
surprise at seeing her big sister getting fucked with a vigor 
that would make a lot of grown women cry out.
     "Oh. . Oh!  I'm gonna . . ."  The man's warning seemed to 
just incite his younger lover.  "Do it, Daddy," she almost 
shrieked, "cum in me, cum in me, cum, cum, cum . . . ."
     Her voice reduced to almost mindless babbling, as she locked 
her heels around her father's legs, so he couldn't have extracted 
his prick from inside her if he had wanted to.  It was suddenly 
obvious that George no longer wanted to avoid knocking up his own 
daughter.  With a bellow to echo her screech, he suddenly jammed 
his swollen prick as far as it would go, up inside his daughter's 
tight little slit.  From the frantic jabbing and grunts, it was 
obvious to the rest of the family that the child's father was 
ejaculating his sperm in his daughter's womb; doing his best to 
plant his seed as far up inside the little girl as he could.  
"Feel it, Honey," he said; trying to emphasize the obscenity of a 
man breeding his own daughter, "that's Daddy's sperm squirting 
inside you.  Daddy's getting his little girl pregnant.  Oh Honey!  
Take it.  Daddy's going to make a baby in that cute little tummy 
of yours."  With each sentence, George jammed his swollen peter 
as far up in his daughter's heaving young belly as he could; 
doing his best to father a child on his own daughter.
     Miranda wasn't much better than he was; groaning "Do it 
Daddy, do it, do it, do it," in mindless fashion, as she worked 
her nubile young body back at her rutting father.
     Finally the frantic mating of the little girl and her father 
slowed down to just fucking, and the two incestuous lovers 
collapsed on the bed; with the big man almost covering the little 
girl, and his thick prick still leaking a few last drops of thick 
sticky cum inside her sucking young womb.
     "Oh God, that was good," gasped George.
     "Thanks Daddy," said Miranda, when the little girl finally 
caught HER breath.  "Did I do it right?" she asked.  "I don't 
often do it this way, in the bed, as Grandpa likes me to sit on 
him most of the time.  So, I hope I did OK."
     "Oh God," gasped George.  "You did just fine, Honey. . . .
     You did just fine."
     "Thanks Daddy," said the little girl, "I thought so, but I 
wasn't sure.  I promised Momma I'd take good care of you, just 
like Grandpa, but I wasn't sure which way you liked best.  I 
don't want Momma mad at me, because I didn't do a good job."
     "From the look of you two, I'd say you did a darned good 
job," commented the woman in question.  She then turned to her 
other two offspring and said, "The show's over kids.  You two had 
better be getting back to bed . . . OK?"





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     "OK, Momma," replied the two children, and headed back to 
their own rooms.  For a moment, Carol was worried that her son 
might turn into his little sister's bedroom with her, but he went 
right on by, after giving one long last look at his still 
obscenely coupled father and sister.  Neither child had seemed to 
be in the least bit shocked or surprised to see their father and 
sister mating like minks in the little girl's bed.

     "Well," said Carol, "you two sure did it up brown, didn't 
you?  Are you having periods yet?" she asked the little girl.
     At the  child's puzzled frown, she was relieved.  If Miranda 
didn't know what periods were, then she probably wasn't having 
any.  Still . . . .
      "Periods," she amplified, "monthlies, menstruating, 
bleeding between your legs, about once a month."
     "Oh," said Miranda; then seemed to think a little.  "I 
dunno," she said, "I think I did last time, about a week 
ago . . . before that, I'm not sure."
     Oh shit.  Oh well; time enough to worry about that 
later . . . .
     If the little girl was going to get pregnant tonight, then 
she probably already was.
     "Thanks for taking care of your father," she said; causing 
the little girl's face to brighten in both relief and pride.  
"I'm still feeling a little morning-sickness," she said, bringing 
an open-mouthed gape from her husband.  "So would you do me a 
favor, and let Daddy sleep with you tonight, and take care of him 
in the morning too?  I would really appreciate it."
     George's mouth was gaping like a fish.  "But, but, but . . . 
," he said, quietly.
     Her husband's quiet protestations were swamped by the 
enthusiastic response of his 10 year old daughter.  "You MEAN it 
Momma?" she asked; squirming from beneath her father and going 
over to hug the woman.  "I can 'take care of' Daddy all night 
long?  Just like I do with Grandpa?  You don't mind?  Oh, thank 
you Momma, thank you, thank you!"
     The child seemed to be completely unaware of the obscene 
sight she made; with her bare body and her cunny drooling gray 
gobs of incestuous cum that dripped on the floor, and slid in an 
obscene glob down her skinny little leg.
     "IF you take care of yourself," agreed Carol; pointing out 
the mess the little girl was about to make on the carpet.
     Miranda giggled and dashed off towards the bathroom to wipe 
up.
     George looked at his wife in the sudden silence.  "You set 
me up," he accused.
     Carol giggled.  "Yes, I did," she agreed.  "Are you sorry?"
     She knew George would be lying, if he said he was.
     "No," he grudgingly admitted, "you were right . . . .
     She DID like it.  Too damned well, in fact.  If we keep this 
up, that cute little girl is going to be just as pregnant as you 
are, before the month is out."
     Suddenly, a thought seemed to occur to the man.  "Or is that 
the whole idea?" he asked, suspiciously.



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     Carol grinned at her husband, and nodded.  "If SHE doesn't 
mind getting pregnant," she said, "then I don't mind raising two 
children together, instead of just one . . . .
     Only remember, this one might not be yours, (well MINE is 
anyway) it might be your father's."
     "I'll kill that bastard yet," he growled.
     "Oh, don't get so mad at him . . . .
     If he hadn't started her, you would never have felt her 
tight little cunny squeezing the sperm out of your prick, and up 
inside her, where it belonged, now would you?" she teased him.
     "I suppose," he finally capitulated, "but it doesn't seem 
right, for a girl to fuck her own grandfather."
     "And it DOES seem right for her to fuck her father, and 
carry his baby?" she asked.
     For once, George had nothing more to say . . . except 
obscene things to his giggling squirming horny young daughter, 
who picked that moment to return and slide into bed with him.
     Carol grinned to herself, and left.  It was obvious, that 
the horny little 10-year-old was going to take GOOD care of her 
father that night . . . .
     Just like she had so obviously been doing with her 
grandfather, for the last four or five years.

     That night, Carol could hardly sleep; thinking about the 
obscene things going on between her daughter and husband, in the 
little girl's room.  Three times that night Carol had to finger 
herself off, at the thought of her husband's thick prick 
ejaculating his potent seed in their 10 year old daughter's 
fertile young womb.  She could almost see in her mind's eye, the 
child's tiny vagina stretching to accept her father's fat penis, 
while it throbbed and spat thick white jets of the man's potent 
sperm at the little girl's cervix, until their daughter's tunnel 
was almost awash in the sticky goo of her own father's seed.
     Then, thinking of her little girl sleeping like that; with 
her own father's thick white cum soaking into her vagina, all 
night long, like the child had done so many times before, with 
her grandfather's sperm soaking into her womb, was enough to get 
the horny woman to climax yet again.  By the time she finally got 
to sleep, Carol was wet and exhausted from climaxing.

     The next morning, Carol watched her husband and daughter 
emerge from the little girl's bedroom.  Miranda was bright-eyed, 
and bubbling with girlish enthusiasm, as she swung a leg over her 
chair. and attacked a bowl of cereal ravenously.  George, on the 
other hand, looked like a cat that had it's tail caught in the 
wringer of an old-fashioned washing-machine and dragged through 
bodily.  His eyes were bleary, and he almost staggered to the 
table, where he collapsed; gratefully accepting a cup of his 
wife's coffee.  Still, there was a satisfied, almost satiated 
look to the man's eyes that almost screamed contentment.







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     "Well?" asked Carol.  "Did you take 'good care of' your 
father last night?"  As if she had to ask.  From the shrunken 
look of her husband's penis, and the liquid drooling from her 
daughter's slit, (making an obscene puddle on the seat of her 
chair) it was obvious that the child had drained every drop of 
potent seed her father had in him.
     Miranda didn't seem to be bothered by her mother's 
questions; nor by the interested gazes of her two siblings at her 
well-used body that was dripping their father's sperm in an 
obscene puddle of goo, right in front of them.  It was almost as 
if she had been in that position many times before, and it no 
longer bothered her.
     "Yes Momma," she said proudly, around a mouthful of cereal, 
"I took GOOD care of Daddy last night.  He fucked me FOUR times, 
and I think he squirted more cum inside me each time, than 
Grandpa Mike does."  The little girl paused for a moment to have 
another bite of cereal, before continuing.  "Thanks Momma," she 
said; then continued hopefully, "Can I do it again tonight? . . . 
Please?"
     By the time breakfast was over, the little girl had somehow 
managed to get her mother to allow her father to sleep in the 
little girl's bed almost every other night, and to let the little 
girl fuck him, whenever her mother didn't need some herself.

     That weekend, Carol was nervous.  Even though her daughter 
was spending about every other night "sleeping" with her father, 
it STILL seemed obscene somehow to drop the little girl off at 
her father-in-law's place, and pick the little girl up the next 
day with her own grandfather's seed wriggling its way up inside 
the pre-pubescent child's womb; searching for her ripening eggs.
     Still, the little girl seemed to like it; insisting that, 
"Grandpa Mike still needs 'taking care of' too!"  Well, if the 
little girl didn't mind, then the old man probably DID need some 
sexual-relief now and then.  So he was getting it with his own 
granddaughter . . . .
     As long as she didn't mind; was that any worse than having 
the child take her own father's thick sperm up inside her tight 
little belly, while the man actually TRIED to get his own 
daughter pregnant, by squirting thick white jets of baby-making 
sperm in the little girl's womb?  Carol wasn't sure.
     By three months later, Carol had gotten used to the idea of 
her barely pubescent daughter fucking both her grandfather AND 
father.  She had to be; as Miranda had already missed one period.  
Carol was fairly sure the baby was her husband's, as the man had 
been ejaculating his sperm in the child's womb at least two or 
three times a day; before she went to school in the morning, when 
she went to bed at night, and quite often once or twice during 
the day as well.  But Carol couldn't be sure, as the child's 
grandfather had also left his incestuous seed in the child's 
tummy at least three or four times each weekend, and several 
times in between; when Carol had left the little girl with her 
grandfather so he could "babysit" her . . . .
     Sit a baby in the little girl's fertile young womb, that is.  
Carol had a chuckle at the thought.



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     By this time, her father-in-law was aware that Miranda's 
parents knew about him and his granddaughter.  He had expected 
someone to eventually find out; with the sheriff coming to take 
him away when it happened.  He had just figured it was worth it, 
to fuck a little girl that young, who didn't seem to mind; 
wanting to "take good care" of her grandfather's needs . . . .
     Even when those "needs" involved the old man sticking his 
swollen prick up inside Miranda's tiny little hole, and filling 
the child's immature young womb with gob after big sticky gob of 
her own grandfather's thick white baby-making sperm.
     He had felt guilty but couldn't resist, when Miranda had 
crawled into his bed that first night, and "volunteered" to take 
her grandmother's place.  He had been too horny to think 
straight, and then felt too guilty after he had finished 
ejaculating what felt like pints of incestuous sperm in the 
child's virginal young womb; filling the little girl's belly with 
jet after thick white jet of her own grandfather's potent seed.  
Only Miranda had never let him feel guilty for long; insisting 
that she "didn't mind" taking his sperm right up inside her tight 
little vagina or eager young mouth, and actually WANTED to do it, 
if it would make her grandfather "feel good".  After the first 
three times on weekends, it just somehow just became Miranda's 
"job" to "take care of Grandpa" whenever the kids were visiting, 
by sleeping in his bed with him.
     Even when his granddaughter wasn't squeezing the sperm out 
of his prick and up into her womb with her incredibly tight 
little cunny, or sucking him off with her warm eager mouth, the 
older man STILL found it extremely pleasant to snuggle up to the 
little girl and just sleep in the same bed with the child; 
sometimes with his thick prick tucked up between his 
granddaughter's legs, and sometimes not.
     Each time someone had found out he was fucking the child, 
(First his grandson Mike, then her little sister, and finally her 
parents.) Mike had been almost certain he would be hauled off to 
the pokey; labeled as a "child-molester" and probably end up dead 
within a year or two.  Life had been miserable after his wife 
died, and so sweet after Miranda took her place (at least on 
weekends and vacations) that he had felt it was WORTH the risk.  
He figured he could die happy now.
     Only the other shoe had never fallen, and now his 
granddaughter was pregnant . . . possibly with HIS baby even.  
Life couldn't get any better than this . . . .
     Or so he thought.

     "Now remember what I said," Carol told the three children, 
as she dropped them off in front of her father-in-law's house.
     "Yes Momma," sighed the three kids.  They weren't annoyed at 
what the woman wanted them to do; only at her reminding them for 
what seemed like the twenty-third time.  "We KNOW what to do," 
said Mike; firmly shutting the car door.  "So you and Dad go have 
a good time.  WE will take good care of Grandpa . . . OK?"
     "OK."  In spite of herself, the woman had to grin at her 
offspring.  "You kids have a good time too."




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     "We will, Momma; don't we always?" reminded Miranda; 
impatiently waiting for her mother to be gone, so she could "get 
going" with her grandfather.
     Three hours later, Carol picked them up again.  "Well?" she 
asked.  The woman's panties were soaked, as she had spent the 
whole three hours at the mall thinking more about the obscene 
things her children were doing while she was shopping, than on 
what she was there to buy.  Afterwards, Carol never COULD even 
remember which shops she had gone into; although her credit-card 
showed several debits for stores she couldn't even remember 
entering.
     "It went just fine," laconically observed Mike.  Jenny just 
giggled.
     Carol almost collapsed in her seat, as an unexpected orgasm 
overtook her.  The knowledge that her youngest daughter now had 
her grandfather's seed squirming up in her cute little 7 year old 
belly, just like her big sister, was too much for the older 
woman.  She knew she would have to change panties when she got 
home, and probably clean up the car seat too.  It was worth it.
     "Tell me about it," she barely croaked, as she recovered 
enough to start the car and head for home.  "I want to hear every 
detail."
     Jenny just giggled, and Miranda wasn't much better.  The two 
little girls were so worn out from whatever they had been doing 
(Carol's mind almost exploded with erotic fantasies) that they 
weren't in any shape to give a coherent picture of what had gone 
on since she had dropped the three kids off.  So, their older 
brother Mike decided it was up to him.  At 13 years old, the boy 
hadn't yet reached the age where sex was the be-all and end-all 
that it seemed to be for his parents, grandfather, and yes, even 
his two little sisters.  While the boy LIKED sex, he didn't feel 
obligated to stick his prick in just any hole that was available, 
like his horny grandfather did.  He DID like to watch, however.  
So he had observed the whole seduction, just like he had watched 
so many other times over the years, when his little sister had 
thought she was getting away with something by sleeping in her 
grandfather's bed without anybody suspecting what they were doing 
there.  Only Mike had always known, from the first night.  He had 
just never said anything.  Not even when his grandfather caught 
him peeking.  It hadn't been HIS fault, when their little sister 
Jennifer caught him looking into their grandfather's bedroom, 
where the old man was just about to fill his little sister's womb 
with thick dollops of his incestuous seed, like he had been doing 
for years.  Or at least, Mike didn't think so.  He HAD been the 
one who kept the youngster from blabbing everything to their 
parents though.  Since Miranda seemed to enjoy it, the boy didn't 
think it was up to him OR his little sister to "tattle" on her.  
Besides, it was fun to watch.  So, for the last year, he and 
Jenny had quite often sneaked down to the hall, and watched their 
grandfather and sister "get it on" when they went to visit.  It 
had become the standard joke between the three of them, about it 
being Miranda's job to "take care of Grandpa" in bed, as well as 
in the kitchen.




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     (The little girl WAS becoming a fairly good cook, for a 
little girl.  No, that's being chauvinistic.  The little girl WAS 
a good cook . . . period.)  Only she took care of her 
grandfather's sexual needs, just as well as she took care of his 
other appetites.
     Miranda never HAD seen anything wrong with that, and neither 
had her two siblings.  Thus, since Miranda was pregnant, it had 
taken almost no pressure on Carol's part to persuade the three 
kids to have Jennifer "learn how to take care of Grandpa" just 
like her big sister did.  Now the little girl was sitting there, 
in the back seat, with a tummyful of her own grandfather's seed, 
and Carol just HAD to hear how the little girl had done it.  So 
Mike, being the only one of the three kids not actively involved, 
told his mother what he had watched his two little sisters do.

     "It went just like you planned it, Mother," he started.  "We 
had barely gotten in the house, when Miranda and Grandpa Mike 
headed for the bedroom, like they usually do."  Here a giggle 
from his little sister temporarily interrupted the boy's story.  
Mike glared at the girl, and continued, "Only this time, Jenny 
and I followed them.  We usually do anyway, as it's fun to watch 
Grandpa and Mindy go at it, but usually we wait until they've had 
a chance to get started.  THIS time, like you suggested, we both 
got undressed in the living-room, and then went down to see how 
they were doing."
     Here the boy paused to draw breath, before going on.
     "Well, surprisingly, Grandpa and Mindy were just finishing 
getting undressed themselves, when Jenny and I showed up.  For a 
second, I think Grandpa was shocked.  I mean, Jenny and I had 
quite often watched them before, but we were usually dressed when 
we did . . . .
     Except for a few times, when we got out of bed to watch them 
during vacation, that is.  For a moment, I think Grandpa actually 
expected ME to fuck Jenny, while he fucked her big sister.  
<Giggle.>  Fat chance.  My own sister?  Anyway, when he found out 
I wasn't planning on sticking my "thing" up inside Jenny, he 
asked what WE were planning on doing?  We all knew what HE 
planned on doing with our sister.  So, just like you suggested, 
Mindy said she wanted to show Jenny how to take care of him, just 
like she did . . . .
     So Jenny was going to watch, and once she was sure she knew 
how, she would try doing it . . . if it was OK with him, that is.  
How Mindy kept from giggling when she said that, I'll never know.  
It was all I could do to keep from laughing.  At first, Grandpa 
wasn't so sure.  'She's a little young,' he said.  I DID laugh at 
that, and so did Mindy.  'Grandpa!' she said, 'I was a LOT 
younger than THAT, when I started helping you.'  She's right you 
know.  I think Mindy was still 5, just before her 6th birthday, 
just after Grandma died, the first time she climbed out of bed 
with me, and went down the hall naked, to 'take care of Grandpa.'  
Jenny is at LEAST a year and a half older than that.  So, all 
three of us giggled.  After a while, I guess Grandpa thought it 
was funny too, because he finally grinned at us; waved at Mindy, 
and said something like, 'Come here Miranda, let's show your 
little sister how it's done.'  And then he did it."


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     Carol barely managed to avoid hitting a pole, as she drove 
into the garage.  The story of her little girls' seduction of 
their grandfather was too distracting.  "Let's get in the house," 
she said, "and finish it there.   If I don't get out of these 
clothes . . . ."
     The whole family scrambled to gather up their things, 
including the ones Carol had picked up at the mall, and dash into 
the house.  There was another pause, while two of the children 
used the bathroom, and Carol slipped out of her sweaty clothes, 
and into a silk chemise she had gotten to tease her husband with.  
(It turned out, that she had two more of them in the bag from the 
mall; in sizes suitable for an 8 and 12 year old little girl.  
Where she found such erotic wear in sizes suitable for little 
girls, Carol never DID remember; though she searched the mall for 
months afterwards.)
     After a quick drink (of milk) to satisfy their thirst, the 
whole family sat down in the living-room to hear the older boy 
finish telling their mother what had happened in the three hours 
that she had left them with their grandfather.  Carol slumped 
down in the big chair; unashamedly fingering her bare cunny (She 
had deliberately left her panties off.) while she listened to the 
rest of her son's story about her two daughters and their 
grandfather.  After all, it wasn't as though ANY of the kids were 
strangers to sex or masturbation.  Mike kept his eyes glued to 
his mother's fingers working in and out of her sopping-wet slit, 
while he resumed his story.
     "As I said," he started, "Grandpa and Mindy agreed to show 
our little sister how she had been taking care of him.  Now Jenny 
and I had watched them before, but always from the doorway, where 
we couldn't see too good, and we were usually dressed too.  
Besides, we all knew that Jenny would be taking HER turn with 
Grandpa, once Mindy showed her how.
     Mostly, in the past, when Mindy slept with Grandpa, and we 
watched, we didn't see to much, as Grandpa was usually on top, 
and we could hardly see Mindy.  This time it was different.  
Grandpa Mike lay back on the bed, and Mindy got on top of him.  
Grandpa's 'thing' is a lot bigger than mine, but not nearly so 
big as Daddy's.  Mindy seemed to like it a lot.  It was sticking 
straight up, and our sister was about to just climb on top of 
Grandpa, and just put it in and slide down, when he made her 
stop.  He said, 'If you're going to teach your little sister how 
to fuck, then you'd better do it right.  I don't want to 
accidentally hurt her, you know.'  We weren't quite sure what 
Grandpa meant, until he started showing us his penis, Mindy's 
pussy, and different parts of her body and his.  He told us about 
his balls, or 'testicles' and how they made the stuff that makes 
babies, so he could get my little sister pregnant, if she wanted 
to.  He then told how Mindy's body made eggs, and sometimes a 
man's sperm would get to one and make a baby in her, just like 
either Daddy or he had done with Mindy.  He then asked Jenny if 
she would mind him trying to make a baby in her, like he did with 
her big sister.  Well, Jenny of course, told him that she wanted 
to 'take good care of him, just like Mindy does.'




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     I think Grandpa likes the idea of making a baby in our 
little sister; even though he tells us she's too young to have a 
baby yet.  His 'thing' got even bigger, when she said that, and 
some slippery stuff started leaking out of the tip.
     Grandpa told us that this stuff was called 'pre-cum' and it 
made his 'cock' slippery, so he could get it in Mindy, without 
hurting her.  This was especially important for little girls like 
Jennifer or like Mindy was, as otherwise it would hurt, when he 
tried to stick his thing up inside her vagina."
     Here Mike paused for breath again, before continuing.
     "I don't know.  It looked to ME, as if it would hurt either 
of them anyway, as Grandpa's 'thing' looked even bigger than 
Mindy's hole; let alone Jenny.  I still can't believe he got it 
inside Mindy, when she was over a year younger than our little 
sister!  But he did, and I've never heard Mindy complain, either.  
Of course, NOW she fucks Daddy; and he's even bigger than 
Grandpa.
     Well, Grandpa explained how a girl's 'thing' stretches, at 
least, if the man is slippery enough, so most girls can take a 
bigger man's cock than ever looks like it will fit inside her 
hole.  He had our sister demonstrate, by getting on top of him, 
and having us watch while she slid down.
     It was quite something.  First Mindy rubbed Grandpa's thing 
around her crack; then she put it up against her hole, and slowly 
sat down until it had all vanished up inside her.  Her hole just 
seemed to stretch, and stretch, and stretch some more, until the 
end of Grandpa's thing suddenly slipped inside her.  I almost 
expected to hear a 'pop' but didn't.  Then Mindy sat down on him; 
wriggling her hips around, like she was stirring him inside her, 
until she was sitting on his lap, and had the whole thing inside 
her.
     By this time, Jenny and I were playing with ourselves, while 
we watched.  It would have been too frustrating, not to."
     By this time, Carol was rubbing HER clitty, as she listened 
to the description of her father-in-law fucking her little girl.  
All three kids were also masturbating, as they listened (or 
talked).  The story was too sexually exciting to listen to, 
without having SOME kind of relief.  Mike continued, while slowly 
stroking his prick; glancing occasionally at his two sisters' 
bare cunnies, as they stroked them, but mainly looking at his 
mother's more mature vagina, and her obscene actions with 
sometimes two or even three fingers up inside her, while she used 
another one or her thumb to rub her swollen clit.
     "For a moment they just sat there," he continued.  "Then 
Mindy started sliding up and down on him; pulling up until 
Grandpa's thing almost came out, then sliding down until you 
could only see his balls outside her.  I guess that 'doing it' in 
front of me and Jenny must have been exciting to Grandpa, because 
he suddenly grabbed Mindy by the hips, and pulled her down on 
him, while he pushed up inside her as hard as he could.







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     'Grandpa's squirting the stuff that makes babies inside me,' 
said Mindy to us.  I guess Grandpa was too busy squirting that 
white-stuff up inside her to say anything.  After a second, Jenny 
and I saw a white glob of something making a gooey puddle down 
where his thing went into Mindy's body.  'I think that's the 
stuff that makes babies,' I told Jenny, and later Grandpa told us 
that I was right.  For a moment or two, Grandpa and Mindy just 
sat there, with Grandpa shivering, while he kept pushing his 
'thing' up in our sister as hard as he could.  Then he stopped.
     'I'm sorry,' he said, 'I just couldn't help myself.'
     'It's OK, Grandpa,' said Mindy, 'I don't mind.'
     Jenny and I didn't know what they were talking about, until 
they pulled apart, and Grandpa explained that usually he took 
longer to 'cum' as he called it; so usually Mindy 'got off' too; 
whatever that means.  I think he meant like Mindy felt so good 
the other day, when Daddy did it.  Mindy said she had fun anyway; 
so it was Jenny's turn.
     The moment Mindy climbed off of Grandpa, Jenny climbed on.  
Grandpa started to say something about how she would have to wait 
for his prick to get hard again; but our little sister ignored 
him.  I think she was too excited to wait.  Anyway, before he 
could stop her, or even really object, Jenny was fitting the 
gooey white-streaked thing up against HER little crack, just like 
Mindy had.  I thought she would be disgusted at how gooey and 
messy it looked, with thick white gobs of some gooey stuff 
dripping down the side.  But Jenny didn't seem to mind.
     I guess it just made Grandpa's 'thing' that much slipperier, 
so she could get it inside her.  Grandpa had barely started to 
object that his prick wouldn't stay hard enough to get inside 
Jenny, when it was already halfway inside her.  God, that was fun 
to watch.
     If it was exciting to watch Grandpa stick his big old "baby-
maker" as he called it up inside Mindy's crack, it was even MORE 
exciting to watch our little sister trying to cram that big pole 
into herself.  At first, it didn't look like it would go; but 
with all the slippery-stuff Grandpa had squirted inside her big 
sister, it DID begin to go in.  Grandpa was right.  Having a lot 
of slippery stuff on his prick made it a lot easier for Jenny to 
get it inside her."
     There was an interruption at this point, as the children's 
mother came to a noisy climax.  Hearing about her 7 year old 
daughter forcing her grandfather's cum-smeared prick up inside 
her virginal young cunt was too much for the older woman.  Her 
body was wracked with spasms, as the very thought of her father-
in-law's thick cum-dribbling prick going into her child's body 
made her cum over and over again.  Carol was barely aware of her 
children gathering around to watch; just like they had earlier 
watched her daughter getting fucked.  She felt a slap of wet 
against the back of her hand, and realized that her son was 
ejaculating his boyish seed directly at her.  Even as she became 
aware of this, yet another thin white jet squirted against the 
hand she had working three fingers deep inside her creaming 
snatch.




                                18


     Carol pulled her hand out; then stuffed it back in; forcing 
her son's seed into her horny hole.  She almost hoped she WASN'T 
pregnant yet, so she could be, by her own son.  Still another 
climax wracked her body at this obscene thought; while her son 
deliberately aimed his last squirt of sperm into the mess she was 
making of her crotch; since she didn't seem to mind.  A last 
*splat* of sticky white licked across her tummy and draped itself 
into her widespread cunny lips.
     Carol deliberately pulled her fingers out of her crotch; 
wiped up the slippery white goo on her tummy; and then 
re-inserted her cum-dribbling fingers in her still-climaxing 
cunny.  Two, then three more climaxes wracked her body at the 
obscene thought of inseminating herself with her own son's seed.
     Finally she relaxed in the warm afterglow of a great orgasm.  
"Next time you do that," she said to Mike, "why don't you squirt 
it right up inside me, where it belongs?"
     The 13-year-old grinned at his mother sprawled on the big 
chair with the silky chemise pulled halfway up her smooth tummy, 
and her furry snatch still showing white specks of his incestuous 
sperm.  A gooey drip from the gaping hole showed that his mother 
hadn't quite succeeded in getting it all inside her.  "Maybe I 
will," he said, "next time you're fertile, and don't already have 
Dad's baby inside you."
     "Damn," she thought, "where do kids these days get such 
ideas?"
     "It's a date," she said; grinning.  All three kids grinned 
back.

     "Now tell me the rest," she said; now that the horny 
pressure had been relieved.  "I'm sure your grandfather did more 
than just stick his prick in Jenny."
     "Not much more," contradicted Mike.  "After he got about 
halfway inside her, Jenny let out a squeak of, 'Oh my,' or 
possibly, 'Ohmigosh!'.  Whatever was bothering her, she couldn't 
stop sliding down Grandpa's 'thing' though.  There was just a 
second's pause, and she suddenly slipped all the way down with an 
"OW!" that must have really hurt.  Damn, was that exciting.  You 
wouldn't believe how sexy she looked with Grandpa's thing stuck 
all the way up inside her."
     "Oh wouldn't I?" murmured Carol at the obscene thought of 
her little 7 year old girl, with her grandfather's prick buried 
to the hilt in the child's belly.  She almost climaxed again, at 
the very thought of her father-in-law's prick all the way up in 
the child; leaking pre-cum and sperm in the little girl's 
developing young womb.  Her son was right; it was incredibly 
sexy!  "Go on," she prompted.
     "Well, in spite of already squirting in Mindy, It only took 
Jenny about three slides up and down Grandpa's 'thing' until he 
squirted almost as much of that white-stuff in her, as he had in 
Mindy.  By that time, I had squirted some white-stuff out of MY 
'thing' all over Mindy's hand; as she was helping me play with 
myself, while we both watched."





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     A thought occurred to his mother.  "How come YOU never fuck 
Miranda?" she asked.  "I mean, you've obviously known about her 
and your grandfather for years.  I'm sure if she's been fucking 
her grandfather all this time, she probably wouldn't mind 'taking 
care of' you too."
     "MUUUTTHHEEERR!"  The little boy's disdain was obvious.  
"She's my SISTER."  The way the boy said, "sister" made you think 
of the way most people would talk about something slimy they 
might find, when they turned over a rock.  It was obvious that 
the 13-year-old did NOT think that "sisters" qualified as human-
beings, or (in this case) possible girlfriends . . . .
     On the other hand, such appearances can be deceiving.  
"Besides," he said suddenly twinkling at the slightly outraged 
look on both of his little sisters' faces.  "Kim Waymark is twice 
as good a fuck as either one of those two."
     Oh shit!  Kim Waymark was the TWELVE year old girl next 
door, that Carol had thought her son hadn't any interest in.  If 
her luck was running true to form, neither one of the kids were 
probably using birth-control, and her son quite possibly could 
have the little girl, "in a family way," already.  (She was 
right.  It was, they weren't, and he had.)  And here she had 
thought the kid wasn't interested in girls!  As for the 
implications of her son's comment comparing the sexual prowness 
of the little girl next door, with that of his two 
sisters . . . .
     Carol didn't have the nerve to ask right yet.  Later 
perhaps.
     "Tell me the rest," she sighed.  By now, after three 
orgasms, Carol was almost wrung out.  Still, she wanted to hear 
ALL about her little girl's first time with her grandfather.
     "As I said, not much more," repeated Mike.  "Grandpa started 
saying all sorts of funny things to Jenny, like, 'Grandpa's 
cumming in you,' and 'Feel it Honey, that's the stuff that makes 
babies Grandpa is squirting inside you . . . .
     Your grandfather is going to make a baby in that cute little 
belly or yours,' and other stuff like that; about little girls 
with big bellies, and stuff about being knocked out or something 
like that."
     "Knocked-up," supplied Carol.  "It means she's going to have 
a baby."
     "Yeah, that's it," reaffirmed her son.  "I thought Jenny was 
too little to have a baby.  I didn't know girls like her COULD 
get pregnant."
     "She can't," replied Carol.  "That doesn't mean it isn't fun 
for your grandfather to think about making a baby in a little 
girl like her.  It's also fun for him to just TRY.  Thinking 
about a little 7 year old girl with his baby in her tummy can be 
a real turn-on for some men."
     "Oh," said Mike.  "Well, after that, it was pretty much 
over.  This time Grandpa apologized to Jenny for not fucking her 
longer.  He said she just felt too good inside, and was so tight 
around his 'prick' as he calls it that he couldn't help himself.





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     Jenny said it was 'OK,' but it was a little uncomfortable 
too.  It hurt just a little bit, the first time he slid all the 
way inside her.  Maybe next time he could do it a little longer, 
so she could feel the good parts, like Mindy did.
     Well, this almost brought on a fight between her and Mindy.  
Mindy said it was HER turn next, while Jenny said Grandpa hadn't 
finished with her properly yet.  Only Grandpa put a stop to it.
     He told both of them he was done for the night.  'Cumming' 
as he called it, two times in less than fifteen minutes in two 
sexy little girls, was too much for an old man like him.
     Jenny and Mindy both stopped fighting at that.  I guess they 
liked being called 'sexy'.  Anyway, both of them cuddled up to 
Grandpa; telling him we wasn't 'old', just handsome.  I think 
Mindy was trying to get Grandpa's thing hard again; but he was 
right . . . it wouldn't get hard.
     So, Grandpa had both girls stick some tissue-paper in their 
cracks, so his stuff wouldn't come out and drip all over the 
floor.  Then we went into the kitchen, without even getting 
dressed, and had lunch:  Milk, sandwiches, and some pie.  There 
were only three pieces, and Grandpa insisted that we each have 
one.  Both Mindy and Jenny tried to make him take theirs, but he 
wouldn't.
     After that we got dressed, and about 15 minutes later you 
came by and picked us up."  Mike finally ran down.  Telling the 
story of his two sisters seducing their grandfather had been 
quite a long talk for the 13-year-old.  Only he had to repeat it 
again that night to their father.

     That night, when Mike finished telling George about how the 
three children had spent their afternoon with their grandfather, 
the man's prick was as hard as a rock.  Both girls saw it; but 
for once little Jennifer beat her big sister to the punch.
     "Daddy, can I try it?" she asked.  Miranda looked daggers at 
her little sister . . . .
     SHE had wanted to fuck Daddy.
     "I don't know," he said; looking over at his wife, who 
shrugged.  "You're awfully small; and I'm a lot bigger than your 
grandfather."
     "PLEASE Daddy?" she begged.  "I didn't get to finish with 
Grandpa, and Mindy gets to fuck you all the time . . . I never 
do!"  Here the little girl stuck out her lower lip, and almost 
pouted.  "Please Daddy," she repeated.
     "Oh let the little shit have her turn," said Miranda with 
pretended disgust.  Actually, she was wondering if her little 
sister COULD fit their father's thick dong up in that tight 
little hole.  Of course SHE had fit her grandfather's prick in 
HER hot little hole, when she was over a year younger than the 
kid was.  On the other hand, as he said, Daddy was a LOT bigger 
than Grandpa.  Still, it would be kind of cute and sexy to see 
her father's thick prick sliding up in the little girl's belly 
and squirting her tight little tummy full of the thick white 
stuff that makes babies.





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     Once again, George looked at Carol, and Carol shrugged.  If 
their little girl wanted to try her father's prick "on for size" 
then she wasn't going to stop the kid.  Carol knew that her 
husband would NOT hurt their daughter.  He loved both little 
girls way to much to even take the chance.

     Five minutes later, the whole family was naked, and George 
was on the bed trying to fit his swollen prick inside the 
tightest little hole he had ever felt . . . it wouldn't go in.  
Being slightly scared of hurting the little girl, his prick just 
didn't produce enough lubrication, and the sperm her grandfather 
had ejaculated inside her had soaked in, several hours earlier.
     Carol finally had to have Mike go in the bathroom, and get 
the tube of KY jelly she kept handy for those mornings when SHE 
was too dry, yet still wanted to "take care of" her husband, like 
a good wife does; and like Miranda had taken care of her 
grandfather in the years after his wife's death.
     This time, after generously wiping the slippery goo all over 
his aroused prick, and shoving some extra up his 7 year old 
little girl's tight little hole, it went in.
     The whole family gasped, as the child's cunny spread around 
her father's thick prick, then stretched around the head.  Then, 
it stretched, and unbelievably stretched some more.  Jennifer 
gamely kept pushing back at her father; gritting her teeth for 
the pain that never came.  With an almost audible "snap" the 
man's prick suddenly vanished almost halfway in the child's 
belly, as Miranda suddenly felt uncomfortably full of her 
father's thick dong.  Full, but not hurting.
     "Do it Daddy," she said; pushing back at her father.  
Another two inches slid inside the little girl; lubricated by the 
jelly on both of their sex-parts.  With grunts and groans from 
both of them, as George felt his prick squeezed almost like a 
vise by his little girl's pussy, and Jennifer felt stuffed like a 
turkey, they both pushed and shoved; pulling back a little, and 
then pushing in farther, until the man's prick was all the inside 
the little girl, and his furry pubic hair was rubbing against the 
child's smooth pubis.
     "Now fuck me, and cum in me, Daddy," commanded the little 
girl.  "Squirt your cum in me, and get me pregnant with your 
baby; just like Momma and Mindy are . . . . Please?"
     The whole family giggled at the thought of the little girl 
actually WANTING to have her father plant a baby in her cute 
little belly.  Still, that didn't stop George from trying.  Being 
so tight, and still somewhat worried about hurting her, it took 
him almost five times as long as his father had, before he 
stiffened on top of the little 7-year-old, and gave his little 
girl what she was asking for:  A belly full of her own father's 
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     Carol almost climaxed without being touched, at the obscene 
sight of her husband actually trying breed his own 7 year old 
daughter by squirting her cute little tummy full of jet after jet 
of the thick sticky white stuff that makes babies.  Knowing the 
child's womb was being swamped with her own father's seed, was 
quite a turn-on to the oversexed woman.  She actually found 
herself hoping that George had actually succeeded in fathering a 
child on the little girl.  She knew there was a chance it was 
possible, but not likely.  After all, Miranda had been having her 
grandfather fill HER womb with his potent seed for over four 
years, without getting pregnant.  Jennifer would just have to 
wait.  Carol knew that from now on her husband and his father 
were going to keep on filling the little girl's tight little 
cunny with their incestuous sperm, until eventually one of them 
DID impregnate the child with his baby; so all she had to do was 
wait, as well.
     It took George almost an hour to recover enough to give her 
big sister HER share of his incestuous sperm soaking in the 
little girl's belly, and his horny wife never DID get her share 
that night.
     After that, Carol never did worry about whether or not she 
could get pregnant again.  She knew her kids would be quite 
willing to "take care of" her husband and father-in-law often 
enough that she would have all the children around the house she 
ever wanted, without HER having to go through the bother of 
pregnancy or the pain of childbirth . . . .
     After she had the one growing inside her right now, that is.  
Of course, there WAS that promise she had made Mike, about what 
he could do after she carried THIS child . . . .
     Well, maybe he would forget; since he already had a 
girlfriend.  And a damned nice one too.  On the other hand, Carol 
almost found herself hoping that her son wouldn't forget.  Such a 
deliciously sexy, horny, and thoroughly nasty thought . . . .
     Carol found herself shivering in anticipation.























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