                      A "grand" relationship
                         An Erotic Story

     I don't remember the first time I had sex; though I DO 
remember what happened while HAVING sex, a few days after my 
first time.
     I was lying on the bed (as usual) and Grandpa was sliding 
his "thing" up inside me (again, as usual).  Grandpa's thick 
thing was just starting to swell inside me, when I felt more than 
saw the door open.  My mother's gasp of surprise when she saw her 
father between her little girl's legs, stroking his thick cock in 
and out of her 6-year-old daughter's vagina, was more felt than 
heard.  Mother's whispered "Oh my God!" again was more felt than 
heard; then she was gone; leaving a kind of hole where she had 
been, and the door open; slightly distracting both of us.  
Grandpa hadn't stopped fucking me during this time, though his 
prick HAD softened a little from being almost ready to squirt 
that white-stuff in me, to barely being hard enough to remain 
inside me.  Still, (as I said) Grandpa hadn't stopped fucking me; 
just slowing down a little.  Once Mother was gone, he started 
sliding in and out again, though not with quite the urgency he 
seemed to have felt before.
     As for me, I was almost soaked.  The fright I had gotten 
when Mother looked in on me like that, after all of Grandpa's 
warnings, had scared me almost to death.  That my mother hadn't 
started yelling, screaming, or making my grandfather stop, was 
SUCH a relief.  I had been SO sure she would have been angry or 
mad to find out I was letting Grandpa do this, I can still almost 
imagine the punishments to this day.  Only Mother hadn't sounded 
mad at either of us; only surprised.  For the first time I felt 
at ease about letting Grandpa do this; using my body to get 
relief.  Before, while I hadn't minded my grandfather feeling me 
up, and slipping first his fingers, and then later the thick 
"thing" he had between his legs inside me, I HAD been slightly 
nervous about Mother catching us.  Now that she had, and hadn't 
said anything, I could start to enjoy the sensation of knowing I 
was making Grandpa "feel good", without worrying about Mother 
getting mad at me.  I like my grandpa, and if letting him slide 
his thing up inside my hole made him feel good, then it made me 
feel good too . . . as long as Mother didn't get mad at me, that 
is.
     So, I started squeezing with my cunny on Grandpa's "thing" 
the way he had taught me to, until he was once more panting and 
groaning, and getting bigger inside me before he squirted that 
thick white-stuff inside me.
     Only once again, there was an interruption.
     "Ohmigawd, you're right," I heard my father's whisper of 
surprise.
     "Shhhh," Mother hushed him, "don't disturb them.  I don't 
want Carrie getting scared."  I could barely make out my mother's 
whispered words over the steady <creak, creak, creak> of the 
bedsprings, as Grandpa resumed the rhythm of his strokes.  I 
don't think he was even aware of my parents' presence this time; 
as his hearing wasn't what it used to be.  I, on the other hand, 
could make out every word if I strained to hear above Grandpa's 


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panting and the creaking of the bed.  Having "lost it" once, by 
this time my grandfather was panting and grunting, and almost 
shuddering with need to ejaculate, as he fought for a climax 
before he lost it completely.  My parents seemed to be aware of 
this.
     "My God, you don't mean we should LET him continue?" asked 
my father.
     Mother must have said something I missed.
     "But what if he 'cums' inside her?"
     I was too busy trying to help Grandpa do just that to do 
more than barely catch Mother's snicker.  Usually, I just lay 
there and let Grandpa do whatever it was he wanted to do; but 
this time he seemed to need extra stimulation, so I tried 
squeezing my cunny around his "thing", like he had taught me a 
couple of days earlier.
     "Don't be silly," said Mother.  "Of course he's going to cum 
inside her.  From the look of things, this won't be the first 
time, either."
     Mother was right there.  Even though I'd never heard the 
term 'cum' before, it didn't take a genius to figure out she was 
referring to the thick white stuff Grandpa squirted out of his 
"thing".  Several times he had squirted that white stuff all over 
my hands, my belly, twice just outside my cunny, and once all 
over my face (Yuck!).  Once he had rubbed his "thing" and held it 
up next to me while I held my hole open with both hands for him, 
so he could squirt it inside me without actually putting it in my 
vagina.  Grandpa seemed to think this was sexy or something.  
Mostly though, Grandpa seemed to like squirting it up in my 
tummy, when he slid his thing inside me like this.  I didn't 
mind.  It was a lot less messy when he did it there.
     "But . . . but . . . what if he . . ."  Dad couldn't seem to 
say what was bothering him.
     "Gets her pregnant?" snickered Mother.  "Don't be silly, 
Dan.  Carrie's only 6 years old.  It'll probably be 5 or 6 years 
before she has periods, let alone gets pregnant.  We'll worry 
about that then."
     "You almost sound like you WANT your father to get our 
daughter pregnant," accused Dad.
     "Don't be silly," said Mother.  "It just doesn't hurt to let 
him try.  I mean it doesn't seem to bother Carrie, and you've 
seen how much better Daddy is since this started . . . I figure 
about a week ago.  Since Carrie doesn't seem to mind, and she's 
way too young to get pregnant, why not just let him?"
     "LET him?"  Dad's voice rose slightly above the more urgent 
thrusting of my grandfather's "thing" in my body.  "You DO sound 
like you expect your father to impregnate our little girl."
     "Oh don't be silly, Dan," repeated Mother.  "As I said, 
she's way too young for that.  I just expect him to try . . . as 
long as Carrie doesn't mind, that is.  It'll probably be 5 or 6 
years before her pants get tight; so stop worrying."
     My father's gasp at this outrageous statement was almost 
covered up by my mother's snicker of amusement.  "Well," she 
said, "I can see THAT idea doesn't turn you off after all!  C'mon 
Big Boy, let's 'take care of this problem' while my father takes 
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     Only just about that time I was distracted from wondering 
what Dad and Mother meant about "getting pregnant" by my 
grandfather's sudden moans, groans, and shudders, as he jammed 
his prick as far up in me as it would go.
     Not very far this time, really.  Grandpa just barely made 
it, with his prick already wilting inside me, as he sent two, 
then three genteel squirts of thick white juice inside me.  As he 
did, I felt the pulsing swell of my grandfather's prick, each 
time another thick dollop of sperm rippled through the tube on 
the bottom, before being injected into my vagina.  I guess 
hearing the last part of my parents' conversation about "getting 
me pregnant" (whatever that was) was so stimulating for the old 
man, that he managed to "get off" inside me anyway; in spite of 
being in the process of "losing it" even as he did so.
     "Thanks, Grandpa," I said; as he collapsed shuddering on top 
of me.  I was grateful Grandpa had managed to "get off", like he 
seemed to need to about two or three times a day.  I loved my 
Grandpa (and still do, for that matter).
     By the time Grandpa rolled off me, and we lay there both 
gasping for breath, my parents were gone.  Except for the 
slightly gaping crack in the doorway, I would almost have thought 
they never WERE there.  Still, the door HAD been shut when we 
started.  I breathed a sigh of relief, now that I knew my parents 
weren't angry at me for "doing things" like this with Grandpa.  I 
was also grateful to Grandpa for letting me take Grandma's place 
like this.  Up to now, his reassurances that we "wouldn't get 
caught" had made me nervous; as I was sure we would (and I had 
been right).  Now that I was sure Mother and Dad weren't angry at 
me for doing "adult" things with my grandfather, I could relax 
and enjoy it more.
     Not that having sex with my grandfather was all THAT much 
fun.  While it "felt good" to have his thick "thing" slide up 
inside me, it wasn't NEARLY as much fun as Grandpa seemed to 
have, (or I had several years later).  No, while I enjoyed 
feeling my grandfather's thing sliding in and out of my cunny, 
(after that first time, when it hurt a little) the pleasure 
almost wasn't worth the bother of cleaning up Grandpa's thick 
white goo that he squirted inside me afterwards.  The main reason 
I enjoyed "having sex" with my grandfather was that it seemed to 
make HIM feel so good afterwards.
     After watching Grandpa go from being a healthy, happy man, 
who always seemed to have time to spend with his favorite 
granddaughter, to a sad, weeping, snappy grump after Grandma 
died, had been too much.
     Thus I had crawled into my grandfather's bed to comfort him 
at 6 years old, and when he tried to chase me out, had offered to 
take Grandma's place.
     This had led to hugs, kisses, and then later, other things.  
I don't believe that Grandpa ever DID intend to seduce me.  Only 
I (all unintentionally) seduced him!  I didn't MEAN to; it just 
happened.  Over the period of several days I kept ending up in 
Grandpa's bed "to comfort him" and  after a little while, the 
feeling of his cute little granddaughter's body next to him gave 
the horny old man an erection that he needed to "handle."
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stroked his "thing", trying to NOT wake me up, I asked him what 
he was doing.  Then, not much later, I asked him if I could help.  
Within a week, I had lost my virginity, with my own grandfather's 
thick "thing" squirting thick white goo in my tummy, just like he 
told me he used to do all the time with my grandmother, before 
she died.  The really SAD thing is that I don't really remember 
most of this.  Most of what I know came from what Grandpa told me 
later that I did when we started.  HE can't forget the first time 
he stuck his big prick inside his own granddaughter's tight 
little slit, and pumped the child's womb full of incestuous seed.  
At first, Grandpa was scared to death that I would be angry, once 
I knew what he had done.  Then he was almost as scared about what 
might happen if my parents found out.
     I guess THAT is why I remember the morning we got "caught" 
while I can't for the life of me remember actually "doing it" for 
the first time.  (And believe me, I WANT to remember that . . . 
now.  At the time, it didn't seem all that important to me.  
First-time, or last time: Grandpa fucking me was just something 
we did.  Nothing special; except knowing it made him feel good.
     So, from that day on, I slept in Grandpa's bed, just like I 
was his wife (which I guess effectively I was).  Usually, Grandpa 
would fuck me about twice a day; once in the morning when we got 
up, and once at night before going to sleep.  Some days it would 
be only in the morning; while others we might add a "quickie" in 
the middle of the day.  One memorable day, Grandpa managed to 
fuck me almost 5 times.  (Almost?  By that I mean he fucked me 
five times, but only managed to cum in me four.)
     By the time a year had passed, I knew a LOT more about sex 
than when I started.  For instance:  I knew Grandpa's "thing" was 
his Peter, Dong, Schlong, Dick, Prick, Tool, Dangle, Rod, Baby-
Maker, Toy, and yes, even Penis.  My cunny was my Crack, Slit, 
Cunny, Hole, Cunt, Baby-Hole, and Vagina (as well as other 
names).  What we did, was Fuck, Screw, Hump, Shag, Bump-the-
Bunny, Make-Love, Sleep-Together, and a host of other names.  
Besides just fucking, within a year I was giving my grandfather 
blow-jobs, "getting eaten" by him in return, and we even had anal 
sex two or three times.  Just like the regular sex, I did all 
these things because Grandpa seemed to like them.  Mostly though, 
we just fucked; usually "missionary style" but sometimes with me 
face-down like grandpa was fucking my ass, but actually in my 
cunny.  For some reason Grandpa liked to ejaculate (yes, I knew 
THAT word too by then) his sperm inside my "Baby Hole" more than 
any place else.
     (No, I did NOT yet know the significance of him calling it 
my "baby hole", nor did I know [or even remember much] what my 
parents had earlier meant when Dad had worried about me "getting 
pregnant".  Funny thing WAS, I don't think they were trying to 
keep me ignorant . . . I think they thought I already KNEW what 
happens when a man squirts sperm in a girl's belly over a period 
of time.  "Period of time" . . . Now THAT is funny.)
     It wasn't until I was almost seven and a half, that I first 
found out exactly WHAT it was that made Grandpa like to squirt 
his thick white juice in my tummy.  Yes, I was that old before I 
had my first orgasm; and it was NOT with my grandfather's thick 
prick belching cum in my belly; it was on his fingers when he was 


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"warming me up" before climbing on top of me.
     However, it didn't take more than a week or so, before I was 
cumming almost as often as Grandpa did; while the feeling of my 
still tight little snatch squeezing and clamping around his 
swollen peter would almost always get Grandpa to squirt my tummy 
full of thick white baby-juice.  God, those were good times.  
Grandpa fucking me almost every night and morning; filling my 
womb with thick white squirts of incestuous baby-juice, while he 
actually TRIED to get me pregnant with his baby, (just like 
Mother had suggested) without really having to worry about the 
consequences if it happened.  I mean, I was only seven years old, 
and my periods wouldn't start for at least two or three more 
years (hopefully, even longer).
     In fact, I was almost nine, the first time I had my period; 
and it was almost six months after that, with Grandpa squirting 
thick white baby-juice in my tummy, that my "baby-hole" became 
just that.  Yeah, I was almost nine and a half the first time I 
"caught".
     I never even noticed; though I'm almost certain everybody 
else did.  To me, having periods had been a messy bother.  Even 
then it had only happened about 5 or 6 times; as the first few 
times were weak and irregular.  I didn't care.  As I said, 
getting all bloody between the legs was for crap, as far as I was 
concerned.  If Mother hadn't told me to expect it, I might have 
even been scared.  Still, I "expected it".  I didn't know what it 
meant until long after it was too late, and my tummy looked like 
it had a basketball inside it from Grandpa's baby.  As I said, by 
then it was way too late.
     By the time my belly started to swell it was far too late to 
do anything about me being pregnant, even if either of us had 
been so inclined (which we weren't).  It wasn't until I was about 
6 months along, and my tummy was sticking WAY out, that I finally 
understood from Grandpa's explanation that what was kicking and 
squirming inside my swelling tummy was OUR baby, and that I was 
going to have my own uncle or aunt by my grandfather.  Let me 
tell you, having your own mother's little brother or sister 
growing in your tummy is quite something.  It kind of leads to 
you thinking of your own mother as YOUR daughter; while somehow 
you remain hers as well.
     So I had my first baby by Grandpa when I was a little over 
ten years old, and my second a little over a year after that.
     By then everybody seemed to expect me to keep on sleeping in 
my grandfather's bed; fucking him, sucking him, and having his 
babies, just like I was his wife . . . which by then, I guess I 
was.  Still, it wasn't until Mike was almost three, and Cheryl 
was about 18-months old that we made it official.  Grandpa and I 
had a private ceremony with the preacher, Mom, Dad, two uncles, 
and our two kids being watched by my cousin Erma, who also acted 
as my "maid of honor".  Cheryl was too little to be a real 
"flower girl" but Erma carried her with a flower in her pudgy 
little hand, while her big brother carried the ring in his (tied 
to his coat-button by a string, so he didn't lose it).
     Grandpa and I took a two-week honeymoon; driving through 
Niagara Falls but not stopping there, while my parents watched 
the kids for us.  We're pretty sure Jennifer got made during that 


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trip; as Grandpa squirted enough baby-juice up my hole to 
impregnate 10 teenagers . . . let alone one horny 13-year-old.
     Before we decided to stop, Grandpa fathered two more kids on 
me, and thinks he fathered three more.  (One night I "comforted" 
Daddy.  This led to a torrid love-affair for almost two years, 
and me with tight panties for the fifth time.)
     Thankfully Grandpa never found out . . . or if he did, He 
never said anything.
     So now you know how I became my own grandfather's wife, and 
thus could be considered to be my own grandmother.
     And you thought YOUR family was kinky.














































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