                          The "Server"
                         An Erotic Story

     When I was about six years old, my grandfather got in some 
kind of trouble ... I believe for "molesting" my two older 
nieces, Sharon and Michelle, while staying at our Aunt June's 
house.  So Mom had Gramps move in with us.
     I'm not sure what "molesting" means; but it sounds like 
bothering somebody.  From what I've been able to piece together, 
it probably has something to do with sex.  Aunt June is probably 
the most uptight woman sexually you've ever heard of.  Honestly!  
Some people in the family say she actually believes a woman 
should be a VIRGIN on her wedding night.  Personally, I think 
that's insulting, to even suggest ... even for somebody as weird 
as her.  Nobody would be that weird.  In any case, talking to my 
cousins a few times, I got the impression that they LIKED 
whatever it was that Gramps did, so it must have been Aunt June.
     Whatever.  Anyway, this led to Mom announcing that our 
grandfather would be moving in down the hall; and that from then 
on he would "serve" as a kind of resident baby-sitter for us 
girls.  We kids lived upstairs in the old farmhouse, while Mom 
and Dad had the Master Bedroom downstairs (just off from the 
Den).  Mom said that since Gramps got in trouble for sleeping 
with the girls over at her brother's house, he'd have his own 
room down the hall from us to keep from having similar troubles 
over here.  In any case, Gramps would be available to take care 
of us girls when we needed it, and serve as a watchdog and baby-
sitter as part of his duties.
     Irene (my little sister ... four years old at the time) 
sniffled, and said, "I don't NEED a baby-sitter.  I'm a BIG girl 
now."  Thus putting into words what us two older kids were dying 
to say; but too smart to cross Mom with.
     Mom actually knelt down, and hugged the little girl. (Irene 
was just too damned cute for her own good.)  "Honey, Honey," she 
exclaimed.  "NONE of you girls are babies any more.  I know that!  
Gramps is going to SERVE as a baby-sitter, when you girls NEED 
him.  He's not going to boss you around.  OK?"
     Irene thought about it (and so did Ginny and I) and then her 
face cleared and she said, "OK."
     And it was OK.
     So, from then on, Gramps served as a kind of built-in baby-
sitter for us girls.  Whenever our parents went out, there was 
always an adult in the house to take care of our needs ... but 
not (as Mom said) to tell us what to do.
     After a while, we got to LIKE the times Mom left us in 
Gramps' care.  He played the NICEST games!  Most adults don't go 
in for the kind of games kids do.  Running and chasing and stuff 
like that.  Gramps had all sorts of fun games to play ... most of 
which involved close contact with each other.  Some even involved 
real sex.  From ordinary games like, "Twister", and "House", 
"Spin the bottle", and "Making a Baby", "Post Office", and "Mommy 
and Daddy", to funny ones like, "Hide the Salami", and "Squirt".





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     Generally almost all of these nights ended up with at least 
one of us sitting on Gramps' lap; his prick buried in the tight 
little slit of whichever one of us was the lucky one to be 
sitting there, spitting thick white cum into our wombs.  Well, if 
not THAT time, then probably next time for each of us.  At first, 
Irene was too little to take Gramps all the way up in her tummy 
like us older girls could; but by her sixth birthday our little 
sister could squeeze almost all of his prick with her tight 
little crack, and Gramps would pump our little sister's tight 
little belly almost as full of thick white baby-juice as he did 
ours.  By the time Mom and Dad would get home, usually at least 
one of us girls would have a tummy full of her grandfather's 
thick white cum ... and sometimes two, or even all three of us 
would have his sperm wriggling its way up in our tummies.
     By then, usually we'd all be tuckered out from our games; 
the "lucky" girl sitting on Gramps' lap, with his prick now just 
leaking a little cum inside her vagina.  We'd all be in our 
nightgowns by then, so we were ready for bed.
     Gramps was always careful to be not caught sleeping in our 
bedrooms at night (after the trouble he got into with his 
daughter-in-law).  But that didn't keep us girls from sneaking 
down to HIS bedroom at nights, and sleeping with HIM!  Mom never 
said it wasn't OK to do that ... and we certainly weren't about 
to ask!  Sometimes it was a race to see which one of us girls got 
there first; so the lucky one got to feel Gramps' thick prick 
stretching her tight little hole all night long, leaking his 
semen and sperm into her vagina, and filling her tummy with thick 
squirts of our grandfather's hot, sticky, baby-making cum.
     Ah, the fun a girl can have with a healthy, horny, and sexy 
grandfather right down the hall to slide his thick prick up in 
her hole, and serve as her teacher in the thing a young girl 
needs to know about most ... sex.
     Gramps made everything fun.  Especially sex.  And ... he 
mixed both sex and fun in with everything.  When Gramps was in 
charge at night (say our parents were going to be gone past our 
bedtime) HE had no trouble getting us to take baths, brush our 
teeth, and get ready for bed.  We all knew that getting into 
nightgowns meant we were also getting ready to do fun things like 
have sex with our own grandfather.  As for taking baths ... Well 
Gramps had some really FUN ways to make taking a bath enjoyable.  
For one thing, it's really FUN to take a bath with a naked man 
feeling you up, kissing your tummy, tits, pussy, and ass, and 
letting you do the same to him.  Gramps would even make sure we 
all got clean on the INSIDE too; by squirting his special "liquid 
soap" up inside our holes with his special "cleaning tool".   
<Giggle.>











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     Even without serving as our caretaker, we learned what Mom 
meant that day, as Gramps served as our baby-sitter from almost 
the next day, until Irene finally left home about 6 years ago 
when she married Phil.  From the time we were 6 years old, I 
don't think any of us girls went over three days without Gramps 
"serving" as a baby-sitter for each of us; sliding his big baby-
maker right up inside our tight little baby-holes, and squirting 
thick white gobs of baby-making cum right inside our fertile 
young baby-baskets; servicing each of us girls; trying to "sit a 
baby" in each of his own sexy little granddaughters' developing 
young wombs by fucking each of us several times a week.  Sadly, 
it never happened.
     Uhuh.  In spite of us girls never using birth-control, 
Gramps never pulling out, and none of us even TRYING to avoid 
having sex on our "fertile" days, even LONG after each of us 
started having periods, not one of us ever caught.  Which is 
pretty amazing, when you consider that Gramps was virile enough 
to father three kids on Gramma, one on my cousin Selena, and two 
on my nieces Carla and Diane.  Add that to the demonstrated 
fertility of all three of us girls, and it's pretty amazing.  
Actually, I think it's because we GREW UP having regular sex with 
Gramps, with his sperm almost constantly squirming up inside our 
bellies, looking for an egg to fertilize.  We didn't just start 
having full, vaginal, and unprotected sex with our horny old 
grandfather spitting thick white cum just teeming with his sperm 
into our wombs when we were already fertile, like my nieces did.
     I remember many a time watching Gramps sliding his thick 
baby-maker up inside my little sister's cunny (or sometimes my 
big sister, Ginny's squeezing little crack) until the child's 
tight little hole got to be too much for him, and my grandfather 
came in thick white squirts of incestuous goo in my sister's 
womb.  Golly, that was exciting.  I usually got a little envious 
(and sometimes even a little mad and jealous) that it wasn't ME 
feeling Gramps swell up and squirt inside me like that.  But 
then ... another time it would be.  God.  If it was exciting to 
watch your little sister get fucked, then you just can't imagine 
how good it feels to take your own grandfather's thick prick 
inside you YOURSELF, and squeeze and milk the thick satisfying 
member until the man finally loses control and fills your tummy 
with squirt after thick white satisfying squirt of incestuous 
cum, just teeming with millions upon millions of your own 
grandfather's lusty sperm, all looking for a little girl's egg to 
fertilize.
     During all the time this was going on, our parents never 
really poked their noses into what we were doing.  In fact, I'm 
almost certain neither one ever SAW one of us kids actually 
having sex with our grandfather.  Or at least they never saw the 
actual physical connection, anyway.  I don't count sitting on 
your grandfather's lap, your connection hidden by your nightgown, 
while the old man jerks and spasms your tummy full of thick white 
cum ... even if your mother happens to look in the room while 
he's doing this.





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     Our parents, while they made sure we knew about sex and 
babies (Actually, Gramps gave much BETTER lessons ... "Up close 
and personal, and with demonstrations!") never warned us about 
the dangers of having sex with relatives.  Sex with STRANGERS, 
yes.
     I guess the CLOSEST things ever came to that, was the time 
when Mom looked in on me one morning when I was visiting Gramps 
(Like each of us girls usually did two or three times a week).  
While Mom couldn't actually SEE us having sex, I guess it was 
obvious what we were doing, as we were in the classic "missionary 
position", with Gramps between my legs and actually cumming 
inside me a second after she poked her head in the door.  Like I 
said, she couldn't actually SEE us having sex; as the covers hid 
almost everything except our heads and shoulders ... but there 
was no doubt about what we were doing.
     "Sharon?" she asked, a little tentatively.
     "Yes, Mom?"  I could barely gasp my response; as I felt my 
older lover's prick twitch inside me in the familiar way, and 
knew my grandfather's seed was spurting in thick white gushes 
inside my tummy, where it belonged.
     "You're not bothering your grandfather too much, are you?"
     Me?  Bothering?  Gramps?
     "No, Mom.  I don't think so."
     "Well ... OK.  But be careful.  You know, you and Ginny are 
getting a little big to still be sleeping with your grandfather."
     That was the CLOSEST Mom ever came to warning me that my 
body was developing; and that at 12 years old and having periods 
for well over a year by then, having unrestricted sex with 
anybody, even my own grandfather, could have consequences ... 
baby consequences.  It was also the closest she ever came to 
really seeing me and Gramps having actual intercourse.
     But, like I said, it never happened.  (Darn!)  Three years 
later I got married to Dan; leaving Gramps to the tender mercies 
of my little sister, Irene.  Gramps didn't miss either me or 
Ginny that much.  THREE horny sluts in a house can be quite 
draining, I understand.  However, my little sister probably got a 
LOT more of our grandfather's thick white baby-juice pumped in 
her cute little tummy from then on ... Lucky little shit.
     Now I don't want you to get the idea that life in my 
parents' house was one big long orgy for me and my sisters.  Far 
from it.  In fact, it was a VERY rare day that one of us girls 
got fucked more than once; and it was usually only two or three 
times a week.  Most of our lives were pretty ordinary.  Chores, 
going to school, vacations, and even boyfriends.  (Hey ... Where 
do you think all three of us girls met our husbands, huh?)  Well, 
maybe it was somewhat of an orgy for Gramps; having three nubile 
young girls ranging from twelve years old down to six, always 
willing and able to take his thick prick up in their tight little 
slits and squeeze the cum out of his balls and up in their tight 
little bellies where it belonged.  But it wasn't that way for us 
girls.  In fact, we led pretty normal lives, except for the fact 
that (unlike some girls) we got real sex, with a man pumping his 
prick in our vaginas, and filling our wombs with his thick sticky 
seed during the times when we were young and most NEEDED it ... 
when our bodies were developing and getting ready to have babies.


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     After Irene moved out with her boyfriend Phil and he started 
pumping cute little boys in her tummy, Gramps left too ... and 
moved in with my big sister, who already had two adorable little 
girls that needed sex from a man; with a baby-boy on the way.  
Which pretty much brings us up-to-date until about last week.
     Last week, there was some kind of altercation at my sister's 
house; with Ginny, her husband, and Gramps all having some kind 
of fight about Carla and Diane.  It seems that my horny oversexed 
grandfather had slipped his thick baby-maker up inside my cute 
young nieces' tight little slits once too often ... pumping the 
little girls' bellies just chock-full of his incestuous cum ... 
getting BOTH of his barely-teenaged great-granddaughters pregnant 
with his babies kicking and squirming in their tummies, before 
even the oldest of the two girls entered high-school ... and it 
seemed that Ginny's husband Mike was just a little put-out by it!  
(Well ... What did the guy EXPECT, when the old man was sleeping 
naked every night in the same bed, between his two nubile young 
teenaged daughters?  Gramps to ignore them?  I know ... I know.  
He probably expected his little girls to have the same relatively 
"safe" sexual relationship that my sisters and I had with our 
grandfather; with Gramps pumping his seed in our bellies all the 
time we were growing up and needed it, but never getting us 
pregnant.  But I STILL think my brother-in-law should have 
expected it was possible.  I sure do.)
     So I invited Gramps to stay over here.
     Dan (unlike Mike, it seems), has known all about me and my 
sisters, and our exploits with Gramps.  He's always been a little 
amused (and sometimes a little aroused) by the idea of three 
little girls being able to get ALL the sex they wanted from their 
grandfather, with his thick prick sliding up in their tight 
little holes and belching thick white goo, filled with millions 
upon millions of their own grandfather's incestuous sperm into 
their unprotected wombs several times a week, from the time they 
were six years old until the girls left home in their teens.  Too 
bad MY father hasn't been similarly available.  Dan says HIS 
father just wouldn't go for such a thing ... I don't know why; 
but I'll take his word for it.
     So anyway, I figure that my big sister's loss is my gain.  
While Carla and Diane got pregnant, it's not surprising; nubile 
young girls like that, sleeping almost every night with their own 
great-grandfather, having full unprotected vaginal intercourse 
with the guy, taking their great-grandfather's sperm right up 
inside their wombs two or three times a day, without taking 
precautions or even pulling out during their fertile periods, and 
doing it at the peak of their fertility (at sixteen and fourteen 
years old respectively).  And none of us girls believe in using 
the pill.  <Yuck!>










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     At least MY girls are too young to have to worry about that, 
with Sandy only having started her periods a few months ago, just 
before her eleventh birthday, and Darlene not due to start HERS 
for another few months yet (or at least, that's what I thought).  
And most girls don't get pregnant until they're 12, 13, 14, or 
even older (like my nieces).  As for the two younger girls ... 
Well, at nine and six respectively, it'll be quite a few years 
before THEIR panties get tight, don't you think?  Also, since I 
plan on starting the girls YOUNG, just like Mom did, there's 
probably a lot less chance than their cousins had.  Besides, 
would it really be so bad if one or more of the girls DID have 
two or three kids by Gramps?  I sometimes sure wish *I* had.  
<Sigh.>
     So, I invited Gramps to stay at our house.  While we don't 
have a whole upstairs to let the kids share with Gramps, we DO 
have one enormous bedroom the kids all share.  So I'm moving my 
grandfather in with the girls.  For sure I'm not putting up with 
any of Mom's nonsense about Gramps not sleeping with the girls 
(especially after hearing about how the old man had been sleeping 
with their cousins)!  So I'm not even going to bother putting an 
extra bed in the room.  For sure, it wouldn't get used, even if I 
did.  Which of my daughters (if any) Gramps crawls into bed with, 
is up to the girls.  I'm sure not going to be checking up on the 
sleeping arrangements.
     The first night, I introduced Gramps to all four girls (OK.  
OK ... they already knew who he was) and told them he'd be 
sleeping in their room.  None of the girls seemed in the 
slightest bit surprised.  (Which surprised ME!)  I learned later 
that they already knew he had been sleeping with their cousins 
for years ... and so just ASSUMED he would do the same thing when 
he moved in here.  Geesh.
     When Gramps first came in the door, I made sure everybody 
was watching; and gave him a kiss like he first taught me to do 
when I was barely in the first grade.  I wanted MY kids to learn 
too, you know.  All four kids gathered 'round, while their mother 
and her grandfather gave an openmouthed smooch together that the 
lovers in the movies could take lessons from.  By the time we 
finished swapping spit, tongues, and almost tonsils, Gramps had 
one hand down the back of my skirt, feeling my ass, and the other 
up under my blouse rubbing my titties.  As you can guess, when we 
finally unclenched, it was with a gasp.  My husband just looked 
in from the other room and smirked.  Sometimes it's hard to get a 
rise out of Dan.  I love the guy.
     "Now you girls give Gramps a kiss TOO," I instructed.
     "No, not like THAT!" I exclaimed in disgust, when Sandy 
started to give her great-grandfather an almost brotherly peck on 
the cheek.  "Do it right ... Like *I* did.  You don't give your 
grandfather a peck like you'd give a cousin, or the boy down the 
lane.  Gramps is FAMILY; so open your mouth and let him know that 
you like him."







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     Well, all four girls DID like Gramps, him being their 
favorite grandparent ... even great-grandparent.  So first Sandy, 
then the other girls in order, kissed my grandfather like they 
were old lovers, with him not only exchanging tongues with each 
of the girls, but feeling them up under their clothing like a boy 
on a hot date at the drive-in.  By the time he got to Tina, he  
had one hand up under the child's blouse, and the other was 
obviously down in the girl's panties; one finger buried in the 
preschooler's tight little slit!  I had to almost pull the two 
incestuous lovers apart, before they started having sex right 
there in the doorway.
     That night, just before bedtime, I asked all four girls 
(Sandy, Darlene, Marcia, and Tina) to go get their nightgowns, 
and bring them out, so they could get ready for bed.  Now THESE 
nightgowns I'm rather proud of.  I make them myself.  Commercial 
ones suck.  They're basically simplicity itself; and made to fit 
each girl.  Cheap, but beautiful.  Yes, and sexy too!
     (OK.  OK!  You twisted my arm.  I'll tell you how to make 
one ... or many.)
     Take a string, and measure the girl from the chin to about 
three inches under the knee.  Tie knots in the string at those 
points.  Take the string, and measure in to the material 
(something soft, that drapes well ... for kids, I prefer flannel) 
one string-length.  The material must be at least two string-
lengths wide.  Measure up from the bottom the same distance.  
Using the string as a compass, cut a circle in the cloth.  (Mark 
it with a pencil, and then cut, if not handy with a pair of 
scissors.)
     Make a mark in the center of the circle.
     Measure the width of the child's head.
     1/3 this distance from the marked-center of the fabric, cut 
out a circle 1/3 larger than the child's head.  (This circle 
should be OFF-CENTER by 2/3 it's size.)  Place the donut-hole 
part over the child's head, so the low part of the circle faces 
front.  Make a mark at the tip of the child's shoulder, and cut 
straight down with the scissors from there, to make a slit for 
armholes.  Repeat on the other arm.
     The pattern is now essentially complete.  All that is needed 
are the extras.  The simplest thing to do, is just hem ALL cut 
edges, and it's ready to wear.  Adding lacework and ribbons add 
nice touches.  If you want sleeves, you can get fancy ... or just 
use the cutout material (the circle cut in half) to make two 
puffy semi-sleeves by stitching them to the armhole slits.
     Laid out on the floor, they look like relatively 
unappetizing off-center doughnuts.  Draped over a pretty little 
girl, who's wearing nothing else underneath ... Well, they're 
pretty adorable, and quite innocent yet arousing.  (Well, 
arousing, if you think of what such "innocent" little numbers can 
hide.)
     Well, I had the girls bring out each of their nightgowns, 
and show Gramps how I had made them specially for each of them.  
Then I told the girls to get undressed and ready for bed.





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     I stopped the girls from heading back to their bedroom.  
"Get undressed," I repeated firmly.  "Here."  At the older girls' 
looks to me for confirmation, I nodded.  (Marcia and Tina just 
happily started pulling off clothes; happy to not have to leave 
Gramps.)  "THEN put on your nightgowns," I added, with still more 
emphasis; leaving little doubt about the order in which this was 
to be done.
     Once each of the four children had gotten completely naked 
facing her great-grandfather, turned around so the man could see 
her entire body, and then slipped her nightie over her head, I 
told the group, "Now you girls take Gramps down to your bedroom 
with you, and go to sleep.  Figure out for yourselves who sleeps 
with whom.  If we NEED to, we'll see if we can get another bed; 
but that will take a week or two at least."
     Nobody argued; nobody even raised an eyebrow ... and I 
haven't the foggiest notion who slept with whom.  Two of the 
girls could have slept with each other for all I know (they've 
done so, many times before).  Whatever.  There were no arguments 
(that I heard) anyway.  Nobody ever asked me to get another bed.  
I suspect (from the way she practically dotes on her great-
grandfather) that Tina is the one who probably sleeps with him 
(at least MOST of the time, anyway).
     For sure it was Tina I watched the other night.  The little 
preschooler came out of the bedroom, after her bedtime, yawning, 
and cuddled up in Gramps' lap as he watched the news (his 
prerogative to stay up late ... he's an adult, you know).
     Gramps just looked at me, and I shrugged.  Tina is just too 
cute for her own good (just like my little sister Irene).
     Before long, I noticed Gramps' hands weren't visible any 
more ... they had vanished up under the loose fabric of Tina's 
nightgown, and were running up and down the child's body.  No, I 
couldn't SEE them; but it was obvious from the ripples of fabric 
that my grandfather's hands weren't stopping at the areas where a 
girl normally wears panties or bra ... or anything else, for that 
matter.
     "Lift up a little, Honey," he told the sleepy child.
     Obediently, Tina lifted up a little, until her legs were on 
either side of her Gramps' body, and she was straddling him.  My 
grandfather's penis stuck up through the front of his robe, as he 
eased the child back down on the rampant member.
     Well, I didn't actually SEE my grandfather's penis enter the 
little girl's body ... but I THINK I saw her cunny lips start to 
spread around the swollen thing, just before her nightgown 
dropped down to cover everything.  No, I didn't actually SEE 
Gramps fuck my little girl ... but the look of wide-eyed surprise 
as his thick dong penetrated her body; sliding up into the 
six-year-old's belly on a slippery film of pre-cum, was quite 
something!  Still, Tina didn't say a word to object, as her 
great-grandfather's penis penetrated her tight little cunny; 
spearing the child's body like a watermelon on a spike.







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     Again, my youngest daughter's eyes got big, when Gramps 
suddenly grunted in the way he does when cumming; then held her 
down while his prick bucked and jerked, and filled the child's 
tiny little womb with his seed.  Just knowing the preschooler was 
feeling a man pumping her tight little belly full of his potent 
sperm was almost enough to get ME off, just by watching.  Almost.
     But like I said, I didn't actually SEE my grandfather fuck 
my little girl.  What was going on underneath her nightgown MIGHT 
have been something quite innocently different.
     The next day, I was passing the girls' bedroom, when I heard 
more almost unmistakable grunts and pants from Gramps ... the 
kind he usually gives when about to cum, along with pants and 
moans from Sandy.  The knowledge my grandfather was cumming 
inside the nubile young girl, filling my eldest child's loins 
with his seed during the times my daughter needed it most, right 
between her periods, eased my mind about the older man only 
preferring LITTLE girls, and I  was ultimately contented with the 
information that the old man wouldn't be neglecting my two older 
daughters' sexual needs either.  I at last had a man to "serve" 
as live-in baby-sitter for all four of my sexy little girls ... 
just like my sisters and I had when we were young.
     The day after that, I heard Marcia come home from school ... 
but the child didn't come looking for me in the kitchen like I 
had become used to the third-grader doing.  So, I peeked out of 
the kitchen to find my oversexed and horny grandfather having 
full vaginal, cock-in-cunt, penis-squirting-cum-in-vagina, sexual 
intercourse with my daughter on the couch!  Even during all the 
years my sisters and I had been having similar sex with the old 
man, we had NEVER done it right out in the open like that, where 
our parents could see, "with all the parts hanging out" so-to-
speak.  So I watched with wide-eyed surprise as Gramps slid his 
swollen prick in and out of my second-youngest child until it was 
obvious that he was going to cum in her.
     "Gramps is fucking me," informed Marcia, once she looked up, 
and noticed me looking back at her; still humping up at Gramps; 
her hips rising and falling to meet each heavy thrust of his 
penis into her body.
     "So I see," I responded; taken back in my memories by the 
sight of the child getting screwed, to when Gramps was "Playing 
House" with us girls one day, and using the opportunity to teach 
us girls about sex and babies.
     "Now THIS is how Daddy makes a baby in Mommy," Gramps had 
explained; shoving his thick baby-maker all the way up in Irene's 
tiny little slit, and filling the child's belly with pulse after 
pulse and squirt after thick white squirt of his incestuous seed.  
"Daddy's sperm is in the thick white gooey stuff he's squirting 
in Mommy.  So Mommy tries to get Daddy to squirt as much of that 
white stuff in her cunny as she can, and keep it there so she can 
have Daddy's baby growing in her tummy like a girl should."
     God, those were the days.







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     Of course, if it was fun watching Gramps breed my little 
sister, it was a lot MORE fun when I got to be the Model Mom, and 
Gramps showed us girls how Daddy would make a baby in ME by 
pumping his thick baby-maker in MY tummy, and then demonstrating 
for my sisters how moms get pregnant by daddies, by filling my 
womb with thick heavy squirts of the gooey-stuff that we all knew 
contained the millions of the same sperm that conceived my father 
in Gramma's tummy, when she was just a little girl like me.
     I remembered with a giggle, the first time I fully realized 
what Mom had really meant, when she said Gramps would "serve" as 
our baby-sitter.  She sure didn't mean him watching over little 
kids!  I almost split a gut, the first time I learned what they 
call it when a stallion breeds a mare (or a bull, a cow).  Gramps 
"serving" as our "baby-sitter" indeed.  God, Mom had some truly 
weird (but funny) sense of humor.  It also brought new meaning to 
the old Police motto, "To Protect and Serve."  <Snarf!>  With 
"service" like that ... Well, no wonder cops like their jobs.
     Thinking about this almost made me miss my grandfather when 
he started ejaculating his sperm in Marcia.  At least he did it 
right, and didn't pull out like some men would; forcing his prick 
to the root in the little girl; filling my daughter's loins with 
incestuous seed, as the old man did his best to "sit" a baby in 
HER tight little tummy by pumping his semen as far up inside the 
child's developing womb as he could ... the way a man his age is 
supposed to fuck little girls and get them pregnant with his 
babies.  <Sigh.>  Not much chance of that, though.  Well, give 
the kid a couple more years.  Even then, (If I've got things 
figured right) my daughter should be so USED to having Gramps 
fill her womb with his cum, even cum teeming with incestuous 
sperm, that she'll STILL be able to have all the sex (Yes, even 
full, vaginal, unprotected intercourse, with a virile man's penis 
ejaculating thick heavy gouts of cum containing his lusty and 
vigorous sperm, right into the welcoming confines of the child's 
fertile young womb, when she's between periods and most likely to 
conceive.) that the little girl wants to have with my 
grandfather ... without worries about STDS, AIDS, inconstant 
boyfriends, or even <sigh> pregnancy.
     Not that anybody in our family would really MIND if Marcia 
(or even all four girls) ended up with a big tummy by Gramps.  
(Well ... OK ... The other girls MIGHT get a little jealous, if 
one of their sisters showed up with tight panties ... and they 
didn't.  Especially if the kid with the swollen tummy was one of 
the younger girls, like Marcia or Tina.)
     Later that afternoon, that thought came to mind again ... 
when I heard Gramps having sex AGAIN ... only this time with her 
big sister Darlene.  I didn't even peek into the living-room this 
time, as the overheard conversation made me so hot I almost 
collapsed in the kitchen.  I didn't NEED to see what was going 
on.  Besides, Darlene had at least two observers in there 
already; and I didn't think she needed a third.
     "Oh, Gramps," she moaned.  "Stick that big old baby-maker up 
in my baby-hole, so I can feel your baby-juice squirting in my 
cunny ... Just like Diane and Carla did.  Do it in me.  Pump your 
baby in my tummy.  Please, Gramps?"



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     "Heh.  You WANT my kid in your tummy?"
     "Please, Gramps."
     "Me too!"
     "Shut up, Squirt.  You're too young yet."
     "You are too!"
     "Am not.  'Had my period last week, so there!"
     "Ooohh, Shiiiittt!"
     "Ooooh.  Thanks, Gramps."
     Listening, it's a wonder I didn't have a heart-attack ... 
especially with the orgasm I had without even being touched.
     After that, I stopped expecting Gramps and the girls to hide 
what they were doing ... After all, why should they?  Nobody in 
THIS family was going to get on their tails for sleeping with 
their grandfather, like my parents almost did ... and nobody 
(obviously) was going to object if the girls had full unprotected 
vaginal intercourse ... or even if one, two, or even all four of 
the girls got pregnant by the old man.  So why bother trying to 
hide it?  Sex is sex.  Sex is (or should be) fun; not something 
to be ashamed about and hide behind closed doors (like some 
people seem to think).
     Still, it was with some surprise, even after that eye-
opener, that two days later I watched when Tina came to the 
breakfast table, bare-ass naked, still sleepy and wiping her 
eyes.  The little six-year-old didn't say a word; she just walked 
over to Gramps, climbed his chair like it was a ladder, reached 
down, grabbed my grandfather's prick where it was sticking out of 
his robe (an almost perennial condition with Gramps) and settled 
down on the swollen member as if she was sitting in a normal 
chair.  Then she calmly started feeding herself from Gramps' 
plate, as if she did this all the time.
     Dan didn't comment, and neither did I; just passing the 
child enough extra food to feed both her and my grandfather.
     Throughout the meal (if you looked, and believe me, I 
did ... several times) you could see the child's puffy little 
slit obscenely stretched around her great-grandfather's fat 
penis ... and except that after about 10 minutes or so, a thick 
bubble of white started oozing out the side of the join, neither 
party gave the slightest hint that they were having sex, or that 
the old man's sperm was filling my daughter's belly from one end, 
while she was filling it from the top with food ... in the more 
usual manner for little girls to fill their tummies.
     Even after he had obviously spent himself in the little 
preschooler, Gramps didn't change what he was doing.  Both of the 
incestuous lovers remained seated, remained mated, and continued 
to eat for almost 20 minutes, without the old man's prick even 
seeming to shrink inside the child during that period, even 
though he had obviously cum inside the little girl at least once; 
and must have filled my youngest daughter's tight little slit 
full of several tablespoons of his potent seed.








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     Once breakfast was over however, Tina got up and headed for 
the bathroom to clean up.  Two slippery drools leaking from the 
little girl's puffy cunny-lips and running down my daughter's 
skinny little legs, almost to the floor, were the only things 
giving evidence to the massive amounts of cum, just teeming with 
millions of his incestuous sperm, that my horny old grandfather 
had just deposited in the child's body.
     "Oooh.  Your stuff is all icky," Tina commented, just before 
the door closed.  And THAT, is the only thing my daughter said 
about the whole deal.
     It may be four, five, or even six years (OK ... or possibly 
never, like me and my sisters) before having my grandfather 
"service" her (like a bull "services" a cow) almost every day, 
with his thick white cum just teeming with sperm spurting in her 
unprotected young belly, finally succeeds in "sitting" a baby in 
my youngest daughter's womb, (unlike her older sisters).  But 
once it finally does, I'm certainly not going to stop Tina (or 
any of the older girls, either) from letting my grandfather plant 
as many more babies in the child's belly, as the little girl 
wants to have him put in there.  For sure, none of the girls is 
on the pill; and I'm certainly not forcing any of them to go on 
it, either.
     As long as Gramps agrees to service all four of the girls' 
sexual needs while they're young, developing sexually, and need 
it most, and as long as he also agrees to keep all four girls' 
cute little bellies as full of as many of his babies as the kids 
want, (and he can supply) he'll be welcome in our house.  It's a 
dirty job, but somebody has to do it ... and Gramps doesn't seem 
to mind serving in this kind of duty.  And ... as long as the 
girls WANT this kind of service from my grandfather, I'm 
certainly not chasing the old man out ... like my stupid idiot 
older sister did, once Gramps finally got the job right, and her 
daughters' tummies started getting big.  Geesh, what a dork!
     God, I wish *I* could have been lucky enough to have had a 
child by Gramps, when I was a little girl like Tina ... or even 
like Sandy, for that matter.  <Sigh.>  It's too bad I'm too old 
for that sort of thing.  After all, I'm almost 27 now.
     When I mentioned this to Dan (Did I mention that I love my 
husband?) he just snickered, made some nasty comment about it, 
"Not being too late yet," and, "If the idea turns you on THAT 
much, why don't you ask him?"
     My God.  Sometimes I wonder what kind of pervert my husband 
thinks I am!  (Though I'll admit, the idea of having my own 
grandfather's babies stretching my tummy *IS* still kind of sexy 
and exciting!)  I mean, after all ... Having full unprotected 
vaginal sex with your own grandfather, having the old man slip 
into your bed at night, slide his thick baby-maker up in your 
tight little slit, pump his thick white cum teeming with millions 
upon millions of his lusty, wriggling, and incestuous sperm right 
up inside your tummy, right when you're between periods and the 
most fertile, and then having the man baby-sit his children into 
your womb until your belly swells with your grandfather's babies 
kicking and squirming inside your tummy ... That's something that 
only little girls are supposed to do ... not grown women like me.  
Isn't it?


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