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The second of a five part series I was commissioned to write. Thanks commissioner!!
Thumbnail by a good friend. Thank you very much!
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Their marriage was one of convenience. He was homosexual to a near complete degree and saw nothing in my grandmother’s body. He saw right through her and kept his distance.I did not have that luxury.\n\n\tOne morning she climbed over me to get off the bed. To quickly move into the bathroom. She did not bother closing the door. Instead quickly easing herself down to her knees. Her hands quickly pushed her hair behind her shoulders. She was not fast enough to grasp the side of the bowl before she started to retch.I saw her thick form shiver as her stomach voided what little was in it. \n\n\tI suppose it was child’s instinct but I wanted to know if she needed help. I dressed myself in the plain, hand-me-down clothing she had given me and walked over. When I got close she raised her head. Looking up and doing a small stretch before she looked back at me. Her forearm dragged across her lips and I saw that crooked equine smile. She rolled to the side. Leaning against the tub and spreading her legs. Her fingers went down to her pelvis and grasped her thick labia. She rolled her tongue and shamelessly rubbed her clit. \n\n\t“Not gonna eat my pussy? Well go make some breakfast then. We’re gonna finish up.”\nI did not process her words. But I also didn’t understand what she understood. \n\n********************************************************************\n\nShe was on the phone all morning. Sometimes lazily grinding a plug in her ass. Sometimes forcing me to sit next to her so she could fondle my penis and balls like a fidget-spinner. The happiness in her caused me discomfort. She kept touching her stomach as she talked. Poking it softly. Assuring the person on the other end of the line that payment would be made in full. \n\n\tWhat passed as a boring morning playing videogames was broken by a knock. Baxxie worked up a good sense to kill something and I would not offer myself as prey. My grandmother got the door. I didn’t hear much of what was said but what she brought in were several boxes of all sizes. Ones heavy enough to require a hand truck and others light enough that she handed off to me. \n\nThe last box was unwrapped but I still had no idea what it was in it. When we were alone again she excitedly dragged me into the bathroom. She began to strip down. The close quarters pushed her heavy ass and meaty labia in my face as she was turning around. Sitting on the toilet she allowed herself to sag. To let everything from lips to hips drift and sway as she excitedly opened the package.\n\n\tWhat she pulled out of the box seemed to be a toothbrush without bristles. She handed it to me so I could examine it. It had the smallest of LCD displays on it. One side cylindrical like a pen. The other end with a small fly-swatter like protrusion. She turned it in my hands so I was holding the cylinder. \n\n\t“Ok, put it in the pee stream.” I watched her roll her fingers along her labia. Bunching it up like curtains before pulling to the sides. Her fingers continued to work their way in and lift. Until her normally concealed urethral opening was visible. I saw her belly flex. Heard her grunt. There was a heavy splash before her bladder evened out it’s pressure.\n\n\t“Well? Do it. I can’t pee all day!” Her demand caused me to move it closer. I hated being next to so much moist and musky skin. Hated the way it would stick to me when she wound grind on my junk. At least she didn’t make me lick it….much.\n\n\tThe piss splashed wildly. I was spritzed before I turned the angle. Saw all her muscles pull and flex as she finished peeing. She took the thing from me. She studied it for a moment then got really happy. She reached out and put her arms around me. I panicked but she simply mashed me to her big,thick breasts. She was right, it was comforting to press into breasts. I just wish they hadn’t been attached to her. \n\n\tShe stood up and didn’t bother getting dressed. Walking happily to the boxes and started opening them. Half of it looked liked medical equipment. The rest was pills. Supplements. Shrink-wrapped cases of a canned drink with a label I couldn’t read. \n\n\tWhen it was time for lunch she stopped. I helped her fix the food and I hated that for a moment she felt like my mother. Like someone I wanted to help. God forbid my little off-the-track mind started to be attracted to her. If I was going to be fondled and molested. My body suggested I just shut up and enjoy it.\n\n\tWe finished our sandwiches. She kept staring at me for a minute, then spoke.\n\n\t“Well. Looks like you're a man now.” Her tone was excited. I could see her quick breaths and her smile. Her happiness made me so uncomfortable. It often meant she was about to do something involving my body. \n\n\t“You see. This thing is a pregnancy test. That is uh…do you know where babies come from?” She spoke. Leaning in. I felt pandered too but I also legitimately didn’t know too much about the process.\n\n\t“I guess.” I said in response.\n\n\t“Okay listen.” She spread her thighs to show me those ugly curtains again. \n\n\t“See. Your dick has a special goo called sperm. I have tiny eggs inside of me. And when I make you cum inside my pussy. It makes a baby!” She put an excited spin on it. The words took a moment to register. She was going to have a baby. I still had not connected the dots of father hood.\n\n\t“You’re the baby’s father.” She connected my dots for me. \n\n\t“I am?” I was dumbfounded and trying to understand. She continued to explain.\n\n\t“You put your seed in me a month ago. So this is your responsibility.” I couldn’t fathom the amount of responsibility that would be hoisted upon me. But I understood it was serious. \n\n\t“What do you mean?” I began to feel guilty. Somewhere inside I understood I couldn’t deny whatever she was about to say.\n\n\t“When a boy puts his penis inside a girl and cums and she gets pregnant. He has to take care of her.” She had this grin like she owned me. I could not prove her wrong. \n\n\t“You got on top of me and put my penis in you a bunch! This isn’t my fault.” I knew it was semantics. Knew she was full of shit. Knew she didn’t give a shit. \n\n\t“Enough. We have things to do. Follow me.” She got up. Moved to the living room again. She started unpacking the boxes. Showing me what she ordered. Speculums, monitors. Medical equipment. She began to set it up in the storage room. All I could do was follow and help. My grandfather came by only to take a shower. He refused to help before leaving again. \n\n\t***************************************************************************\n\n\t“So in the first three months. I’ll be throwing up a lot. I’ll also need you to help me get my pills. Get whatever food I ask for.” She had been talking for over fifteen minutes about my responsibilities. In hindsight I think she wanted to overload me. Wanted me to have a million things to think about. \n\n\t“Well thats enough for today” She began to rub my crotch. I resigned myself to accept it and laid down. I had no room left in my brain to think. No thought could be chased away completely and every fear would find its way back in somehow. Part of me felt like maybe if I chopped my dick off then I wouldn’t have to be responsible for the baby. Kids have really fucked up imaginations. \n\n\tI must’ve been too passive. Too obedient. She crawled over and pushed her wrinkly lips down. She pressed her labia to my face and it held my lips open. Whatever waste leaked out from the gestation process mingled with her own wetness and flowed past my teeth. It went down my lips and into my cheeks. I couldn’t spit it out. Didn’t really have time to think. In hindsight it was only a few seconds. But when she let up my eyes stung from her juices. I wiped myself with the bedspread and she let out a laugh. I felt my stomach turn. Breathing in and out across my tongue I tasted her. Burping I tasted her. She had taken over my senses. She laid back in triumph.\n\n\t“Go ahead. Do what your dick wants you to do.” She was trying to be seductive but I just felt a mix of horny desire. All the times she’d given me orgasms in the past four weeks. It had become normalized. I went in. I wanted to do anything but start to lick around her thighs. I didn’t want to kiss her winking clit and then press my blunt nose to her belly. But all these things happened and I gave in. I started to let myself enjoy it.\n\n\tI crawled my way up her body. Over the crests of her sloped breasts until I could see her. She had her hands behind her back and her head tilted back. \n\n\t“Go ahead my little seed spitter. You better get it out of your system now. The bigger I get the more gentle you’ll have to be.” She just couldn’t stop tgrandmothering me. Wanted to push my buttons even as I was complying and trying to please her. I think it turned her on knowing no matter how depraved and sick of myself I felt she could always find one trap door lower.\n\n\tIt was the first time she’d gotten me at the right mix of frustration and sexual need. I pushed myself inside of her this time. She laid and I rolled my hips. She exaggerated her pleasure. Made me feel as if I were somehow a natural talent. I grasped at her thighs and I found a thick tuft of fur and fat. She leaned up to stare into my eyes. I hated the way her hazel eyes looked at mine. I just stared down at that meaty wedge. \n\n\tI felt my heart begin to race. This wasn’t like the times she rode atop me. I flexed my arms and legs. Tried to use my whole body to drive my cock just a little deeper. She began to coach me.\n\n\t“F-Feel that? Now you’re fucking like a man is supposed to fuck.” She seemed almost proud of me with her tone. I liked it. I hated her. I kept thrusting. If this was what it took to earn a little respect I would do it. I was desperate to have some part of me be mine to direct as I wanted. I leaned forward until I felt her pelvis against mine. My chin landed somewhere between her breasts. I must’ve looked like a flopping fish. It felt devastatingly amazing to be that flopping fish. \n\n\tI came in her like all the other times. Barely anything came out. I couldn’t roll off of her. She would subtly tilt her body when I did. Forcing me back to the center. My face pressed into the huge breasts to either side of my cheeks, She gave me a crooked grin.\n\n\t“You’re gonna be such a good daddy when you grow up.” She had left my afterglow with a bitter scent. The rest of my childhood would be spent tending to someone else’s childhood. \n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"THE FOLLOWING STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION WITH NO RELATION TO ANY PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD. DO NOT PERFORM OR IMITATE ANY ACTIONS OR BEHAVIORS DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY.
CONTENT WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY DEPICTS ACTS OF MOLESTATION, MANIPULATION, INCESTOUS PREGNANCY AND OTHER DEGENERACY.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
\tOne month after the first day she touched me and I’d become used to it. The first thing she broke was the sense that I had the capacity to set terms. Her hand would lay on my junk whenever she wanted. I came to understand then that when she wanted my penis it was hers to abuse. I was just it’s caretaker.
I found out a few things a month ago at the table with her. Her husband would have no opinion of what my grandmother did. Their marriage was one of convenience. He was homosexual to a near complete degree and saw nothing in my grandmother’s body. He saw right through her and kept his distance.I did not have that luxury.
\tOne morning she climbed over me to get off the bed. To quickly move into the bathroom. She did not bother closing the door. Instead quickly easing herself down to her knees. Her hands quickly pushed her hair behind her shoulders. She was not fast enough to grasp the side of the bowl before she started to retch.I saw her thick form shiver as her stomach voided what little was in it.
\tI suppose it was child’s instinct but I wanted to know if she needed help. I dressed myself in the plain, hand-me-down clothing she had given me and walked over. When I got close she raised her head. Looking up and doing a small stretch before she looked back at me. Her forearm dragged across her lips and I saw that crooked equine smile. She rolled to the side. Leaning against the tub and spreading her legs. Her fingers went down to her pelvis and grasped her thick labia. She rolled her tongue and shamelessly rubbed her clit.
\t“Not gonna eat my pussy? Well go make some breakfast then. We’re gonna finish up.”
I did not process her words. But I also didn’t understand what she understood.
********************************************************************
She was on the phone all morning. Sometimes lazily grinding a plug in her ass. Sometimes forcing me to sit next to her so she could fondle my penis and balls like a fidget-spinner. The happiness in her caused me discomfort. She kept touching her stomach as she talked. Poking it softly. Assuring the person on the other end of the line that payment would be made in full.
\tWhat passed as a boring morning playing videogames was broken by a knock. Baxxie worked up a good sense to kill something and I would not offer myself as prey. My grandmother got the door. I didn’t hear much of what was said but what she brought in were several boxes of all sizes. Ones heavy enough to require a hand truck and others light enough that she handed off to me.
The last box was unwrapped but I still had no idea what it was in it. When we were alone again she excitedly dragged me into the bathroom. She began to strip down. The close quarters pushed her heavy ass and meaty labia in my face as she was turning around. Sitting on the toilet she allowed herself to sag. To let everything from lips to hips drift and sway as she excitedly opened the package.
\tWhat she pulled out of the box seemed to be a toothbrush without bristles. She handed it to me so I could examine it. It had the smallest of LCD displays on it. One side cylindrical like a pen. The other end with a small fly-swatter like protrusion. She turned it in my hands so I was holding the cylinder.
\t“Ok, put it in the pee stream.” I watched her roll her fingers along her labia. Bunching it up like curtains before pulling to the sides. Her fingers continued to work their way in and lift. Until her normally concealed urethral opening was visible. I saw her belly flex. Heard her grunt. There was a heavy splash before her bladder evened out it’s pressure.
\t“Well? Do it. I can’t pee all day!” Her demand caused me to move it closer. I hated being next to so much moist and musky skin. Hated the way it would stick to me when she wound grind on my junk. At least she didn’t make me lick it….much.
\tThe piss splashed wildly. I was spritzed before I turned the angle. Saw all her muscles pull and flex as she finished peeing. She took the thing from me. She studied it for a moment then got really happy. She reached out and put her arms around me. I panicked but she simply mashed me to her big,thick breasts. She was right, it was comforting to press into breasts. I just wish they hadn’t been attached to her.
\tShe stood up and didn’t bother getting dressed. Walking happily to the boxes and started opening them. Half of it looked liked medical equipment. The rest was pills. Supplements. Shrink-wrapped cases of a canned drink with a label I couldn’t read.
\tWhen it was time for lunch she stopped. I helped her fix the food and I hated that for a moment she felt like my mother. Like someone I wanted to help. God forbid my little off-the-track mind started to be attracted to her. If I was going to be fondled and molested. My body suggested I just shut up and enjoy it.
\tWe finished our sandwiches. She kept staring at me for a minute, then spoke.
\t“Well. Looks like you're a man now.” Her tone was excited. I could see her quick breaths and her smile. Her happiness made me so uncomfortable. It often meant she was about to do something involving my body.
\t“You see. This thing is a pregnancy test. That is uh…do you know where babies come from?” She spoke. Leaning in. I felt pandered too but I also legitimately didn’t know too much about the process.
\t“I guess.” I said in response.
\t“Okay listen.” She spread her thighs to show me those ugly curtains again.
\t“See. Your dick has a special goo called sperm. I have tiny eggs inside of me. And when I make you cum inside my pussy. It makes a baby!” She put an excited spin on it. The words took a moment to register. She was going to have a baby. I still had not connected the dots of father hood.
\t“You’re the baby’s father.” She connected my dots for me.
\t“I am?” I was dumbfounded and trying to understand. She continued to explain.
\t“You put your seed in me a month ago. So this is your responsibility.” I couldn’t fathom the amount of responsibility that would be hoisted upon me. But I understood it was serious.
\t“What do you mean?” I began to feel guilty. Somewhere inside I understood I couldn’t deny whatever she was about to say.
\t“When a boy puts his penis inside a girl and cums and she gets pregnant. He has to take care of her.” She had this grin like she owned me. I could not prove her wrong.
\t“You got on top of me and put my penis in you a bunch! This isn’t my fault.” I knew it was semantics. Knew she was full of shit. Knew she didn’t give a shit.
\t“Enough. We have things to do. Follow me.” She got up. Moved to the living room again. She started unpacking the boxes. Showing me what she ordered. Speculums, monitors. Medical equipment. She began to set it up in the storage room. All I could do was follow and help. My grandfather came by only to take a shower. He refused to help before leaving again.
\t***************************************************************************
\t“So in the first three months. I’ll be throwing up a lot. I’ll also need you to help me get my pills. Get whatever food I ask for.” She had been talking for over fifteen minutes about my responsibilities. In hindsight I think she wanted to overload me. Wanted me to have a million things to think about.
\t“Well thats enough for today” She began to rub my crotch. I resigned myself to accept it and laid down. I had no room left in my brain to think. No thought could be chased away completely and every fear would find its way back in somehow. Part of me felt like maybe if I chopped my dick off then I wouldn’t have to be responsible for the baby. Kids have really fucked up imaginations.
\tI must’ve been too passive. Too obedient. She crawled over and pushed her wrinkly lips down. She pressed her labia to my face and it held my lips open. Whatever waste leaked out from the gestation process mingled with her own wetness and flowed past my teeth. It went down my lips and into my cheeks. I couldn’t spit it out. Didn’t really have time to think. In hindsight it was only a few seconds. But when she let up my eyes stung from her juices. I wiped myself with the bedspread and she let out a laugh. I felt my stomach turn. Breathing in and out across my tongue I tasted her. Burping I tasted her. She had taken over my senses. She laid back in triumph.
\t“Go ahead. Do what your dick wants you to do.” She was trying to be seductive but I just felt a mix of horny desire. All the times she’d given me orgasms in the past four weeks. It had become normalized. I went in. I wanted to do anything but start to lick around her thighs. I didn’t want to kiss her winking clit and then press my blunt nose to her belly. But all these things happened and I gave in. I started to let myself enjoy it.
\tI crawled my way up her body. Over the crests of her sloped breasts until I could see her. She had her hands behind her back and her head tilted back.
\t“Go ahead my little seed spitter. You better get it out of your system now. The bigger I get the more gentle you’ll have to be.” She just couldn’t stop tgrandmothering me. Wanted to push my buttons even as I was complying and trying to please her. I think it turned her on knowing no matter how depraved and sick of myself I felt she could always find one trap door lower.
\tIt was the first time she’d gotten me at the right mix of frustration and sexual need. I pushed myself inside of her this time. She laid and I rolled my hips. She exaggerated her pleasure. Made me feel as if I were somehow a natural talent. I grasped at her thighs and I found a thick tuft of fur and fat. She leaned up to stare into my eyes. I hated the way her hazel eyes looked at mine. I just stared down at that meaty wedge.
\tI felt my heart begin to race. This wasn’t like the times she rode atop me. I flexed my arms and legs. Tried to use my whole body to drive my cock just a little deeper. She began to coach me.
\t“F-Feel that? Now you’re fucking like a man is supposed to fuck.” She seemed almost proud of me with her tone. I liked it. I hated her. I kept thrusting. If this was what it took to earn a little respect I would do it. I was desperate to have some part of me be mine to direct as I wanted. I leaned forward until I felt her pelvis against mine. My chin landed somewhere between her breasts. I must’ve looked like a flopping fish. It felt devastatingly amazing to be that flopping fish.
\tI came in her like all the other times. Barely anything came out. I couldn’t roll off of her. She would subtly tilt her body when I did. Forcing me back to the center. My face pressed into the huge breasts to either side of my cheeks, She gave me a crooked grin.
\t“You’re gonna be such a good daddy when you grow up.” She had left my afterglow with a bitter scent. The rest of my childhood would be spent tending to someone else’s childhood.
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