6 comments/ 150418 views/ 18 favorites Family Tradition By: Bruno1027 "Janice you're my wife and, by god, if I have to whip you every night of our marriage I will if it teaches you to mind me." The new bride cried out as the heavy leather strap connected with the tender round hills of her bottom once more. His wife for barely a day and already he thought it necessary to turn her on her stomach and punish her across the end of the hotel bed. Awash in self-pity, her tears flowed. How would she manage a lifetime of such treatment? Oh sure, she felt her father's hand across her backside countless times growing up, even had the privilege of feeling the switch on her bared rump as she reached her teenage years, but never would she think the man she was bound to, the one she loved more than any other and loved her even more would treat her the same way as her father. Remembering how it had felt when her father last spanked her less than a year ago, her legs kicked involuntarily as her husband laid into her soft, unprotected rear. Unable to restrain herself, she began crying out with each loud snap of leather on her flesh. She was the youngest of three daughters and, as such, was privy to her parent's methods before experiencing them on her own. Her father believe in time tested old fashioned theories of raising children. Having been raised by strict parents that survived the depression he was no stranger to the rod, switch or paddle and believed the same upbringing for his three lovely daughters would produce similar positive results. Before puberty she was already accustomed to waking early and helped her family on their small farm. Many days she would spend hours picking corn, spreading seed or cooking meals and cleaning the home when the weather was less than favorable. It fostered in her a determination to better herself through hard work, callused hands and exhaustion come sundown. By the time she was old enough to attend the dance socials at her school, she was no longer able to hide her place as the progeny of her father- a resolute, fair haired midwestern girl like the woman he married. She wore this fact with pride, often thinking of herself as a "Daddy's girl". Even her closest friends teased her when she excused herself from their weekend get togethers to make her curfew. She had broken it too often to forget what happens to girls that stay out late. She was proud of her upbringing, proud of her family's reputation in the town, even if that reputation came with the belief in corporal punishment. When she was a toddler, she first watched her older sister cry at the stern hand of their loving father and when she came of age she took part in the family tradition. When she turned eighteen both her mother and father thought it best if she began to date. Though she had noticed boys long ago, and developed an affinity for them, she never had the chance to meet any. When she wasn't spending long days in the fields she attended an all girl's school run by an order of nuns. She could count the number of males she knew besides her father on one hand, including the stablehand, mailman and the man that owned the drug store- Mr. Harrison. One evening, late in the summer as she was lying on her bed she heard the all too familiar sounds of the strap against a bare bottom. A woman's voice cried out after each application though she couldn't place it the deeper and slightly breathy voice. The woman sounded resigned to the punishment, rather than urgently protesting as she and her sisters did all too often. The next morning at breakfast all were solemn except for father who addressed his wife with authority when he spoke. She responded meekly and Janice noticed her slight wince when she made to sit. Looking up at her older sister Rosalyn, she saw she seemed unsurprised by her actions. Later, when the adults had left the room and father was in the field she told her, "Momma got a seeing to last night. She must have upset daddy something terrible. I heard her crying afterwards." The words sent a chill down Janice's spine. Her mother got whipped just as she did? Just the idea of her childish punishments continuing into adulthood filled the girl with dread and she vowed she would never allow it when she grew up. Yet here she was, naked from the belly down, bawling louder than she did half a lifetime ago. She imagined her mother's bottom, full and round like her daughter's, and imagined how her father felt as he looked upon it to apply discipline the best way he knew how. Her body took after her mother's, strong and lean from years of work though round and feminine, the perfect combination to attract the attention of many would-be suitors. She did just that when she came of age. Days past her eighteenth birthday, when her father allowed her to keep the company of men, she mad met several and grown a liking for a few. Travis was the last of the men she met. Almost ten years her senior, he had a background similar yet vastly different from her own. Having grown up in the same county, he learned the benefits of a long day's work with his hands at an early age. A tall boy, he was blessed with a muscular build, as well as the talent for throwing a perfect spiral that allowed him to go to college. There he studied environmental science, which he hoped would help him improve his family business. He stayed longer than he expected and earned his Masters at a school on the East Coast. After a period of years spent advising food companies to comply with regulations, he found he had gone too far from what he loved most about his profession was working with the land. With that, left his position to return to the home he missed. With his knowledge, the family farm prospered, allowing him to purchase more land and eventually aid those nearby farms struggling to survive. During an agriculture and farming equipment exposition arranged by the fertilizer company he worked for he met her father. He was a large man, with hands dried and worn from time spent in the fields but he carried an air of serenity about him. He was well known locally and often helped out his neighbors when their harvests came up short. Travis met him on the last day when he spoke about soil variances throughout the country. He found him to be an intelligent, friendly man, perhaps the nicest man he'd ever come in contact with. Since he was passing through his hometown on his way to his meeting the next day, the elder man invited him over for dinner to show what a "perfectly managed" farm can yield. He accepted without a thought and the next day found him introducing himself to each member of the family. Margaret, his wife, was a foot shorter than the stout man though she didn't look like a stranger to working in the fields. She had hair the color of cornsilk with strong legs, strong arms and the slight extra weight in the middle that most women her age starved themselves to defeat. She wore it proudly. Her daughters, on the other hand, were all taller than most young ladies and fitter than most young men. Elise, the oldest at twenty, still lived at home and took courses at the nearby city college. She had blonde hair the color of a dust devil and skin tanned from the mid-afternoon sun. Cassie was the middle child at nineteen and the only one in three generations to possess red hair. They believe she inherited it from her great grandfather, one of the first settlers in the town that purchased the land they now resided on by selling the cattle he brought over from the west. She had a temperament that lived up to the expectations her hair color had set for her. At nineteen she had been over her father's lap and in the woodshed twice as much as both girls put together. She knew the feel of the leather strap, wooden spoon and switch against her bare behind and feared them appropriately. Janice was the youngest at seventeen and, despite the order of her birth, the most mature and the most responsible. In school she excelled and at home she did more than the share of work a normal girl of her size and age was expected to. She cooked for the family when her mother wasn't feeling up to it and cleaned up after others because she knew no one else would. The girls were seating according to age, which left Janice at his left hand. Her father sat at the head of the table while her mother sat by his right at the end. Each member of the family showed the utmost in manners, the result of good breeding passed on from parent to child. The meal was delicious and, to Travis, seemingly unending. The conversation centered on him and as the family listened he earnest he spoke about his time spent at school, as well as the farming methods he found most productive. He spoke of his time spent away learning and the years he spent growing up in Kansas, on a farm much like theirs. Cassie jumped in with a question, "You farmed growing up?" "I did," he answered. "We grew Soy and Corn mostly though." "Your family do well with that?" the father asked. "Fairly," he answered. His parents had hit a spell of trouble when he went away to school but he chose not to mention it. "They didn't have three free workers to help them though, did they?" Cassie asked with slight belligerence. "You best watch yourself, young lady," her father warned. "No, but they had one worker they used three times as much," Travis laughed, hoping to distract from a subject the family had obviously argued over recently. Travis found himself inadvertently thrown into the center of a dispute that began earlier that day, one that hadn't yet been resolved. His own upbringing taught him what to do in such a situation and soon he had diverted the conversation back to more pleasant matters. They continued the earlier conversation on farming methods, crops even the population boom that's hitting the nearby towns, which caused both their family's bills and their profits to increase. "Most likely I'll be up and moving out of here soon. Soon as my girls grow, find husbands and start their own families," he said, looking at each of his progeny. "By then I'm sure I'll be too tired and will sell the ranch, retiring at some patch of land out in the woods somewhere." He smiled at his wife at the other end of the table. Travis recognized it as the true love of a couple that had grown together, whose struggles only strengthened them and were as close as two people could be. In that moment, he knew that's what he wanted for himself. He was jealous of the older man at his right. He wanted to know what it felt like to be surrounded by those who loved him, who yielded to his commands. Cassie ruined the quiet moment they shared with an exaggerated sigh followed by a explosive belch. Instantly her father stood upright from his chair, grabbed the girl's tiny wrist and, without a word, led her out of the room. Not surprised by his reaction, she made only the slightest show of reluctance. When they left the room the conversation stilled and though he searched desperately for a topic to discuss, Travis could not think of any. Soon they heard loud slapping noises coming from a bedroom upstairs. There was a slight scuffle, as if steady and unrelenting, and then it grew continually louder. Soon after they heard a loud cry that began a chain of similar sounds, each one more pitiful and heart rending than the one before. The cries grew longer until it became one ceaseless wail. Shameless sobbing followed until after all other sounds had ended. Travis continued enjoying his meal, even complimenting the women for preparing and helping to gather the dinner but none responded. They all were struck silent by the sounds from above and sat motionless with timid expressions, their eyes blank. Janice sat across from him, her elbows tucked into her sides and her eyes staring downward at the half eaten meal before her. He felt her hand take his and grip it. The girl trembled slightly. After a time that seemed much longer than it actually was, the two returned to the table. Cassie hid her face beneath her hair and turned away when he tried to look while her father sat down with the purposefulness of a job well done. When Cassie sat he could see why- her face was puffy from crying and the marks of recently dried tears showed beneath her eyes. The two other girls looked at her with knowing sympathy while her mother only looked at her with a telling 'you know better' stare. Though they tried to resume the conversation as it were, the attempt was stilted and forced. Thankfully, without all the discussion, he could enjoy the food without distraction. Later that night, as he sat on the porch looking out onto the blackness of the sky and the dim light of the distant highway, they talked of different things. With only the men present, they were more relaxed and open. They talked of sports, politics and family. After some time spent conversing they had formed the bond reserved for two close friends. Such is why Travis was not surprised when the elder asked personal questions about his love life. He was single, he responded, with no love interest to speak for. This was addressed with a clicking of his tongue as he slowly rocked in his chair. "That Janice will make some man proud someday," he said, doing little to disguise his intentions. "Yes, sir. I'm sure she will make somebody a fine wife." "Best while they're young. Around these parts they're anxious to settle down and marry." He looked over at the younger man, searching his face for dissent. Seeing none, he continued, "Good for them, I say! It takes a good man to make a girl a respectable wife. It's not for everyone." Travis sat unspeaking, listening to the older man. He rolled a cigarette, licking the thin paper then sealed it. Lighting it, he inhaled deeply and released before he continued. "You saw how I handled her sister?" Travis grew hot under the collar with the question and was thankful for the cool night air. He nodded, "I did." "That's what a wife needs. Especially a young one when she's newly married." Travis looked at the older man, uncertain if he meant what he said. He laughed, a hearty deep sound. "You heard me right, that's all a girl needs when she gets out of line is a good whuppin'. You saw how well my wife treats me, how close we are?" The young man nodded. "That didn't happen overnight, son. That's the result of many years of work, many hard spankings, thousands of tears and even more kisses." He stretched and placed his arm behind his head, looking upwards at the bright stars on the firmament. "But, believe me, she loves me more than a woman could ever love a man. She adores me in every way possible." Leaning closer to the younger man he almost whispered, "That's because I let her know how I feel. Every day. Each time I raise my hand and apply it to her ample behind it's proof of how much I care for my wife, how much I always will until both of us are in the ground." The words hung in the air and Travis repeated them like a mantra in his mind until it made more than perfect sense. With her father's urging, Janice began dating the attractive young businessman and found she enjoyed his company more than she expected. They began seeing more and more of each other and each time grew closer and closer together. He proposed to the young girl days after her nineteenth birthday. She was still living with her parents then and working for them each day. It was a good living, but she wanted something more. She hoped for her own family, a harvest of children raised by the man she swore her life to, a man she whose side she would stay beside and love for the rest of her days. Her father still used the hairbrush, paddle and the leather strap he hung ominously in the upstairs hallway on her bared bottom up until she was to live with her new husband. The last time he punished her in such a way came after a long day out looking through bridal shops for table placements and invitations. She was getting restless and her constant whining forced her father to take his daughter in the backroom of the store and spank her wholeheartedly over his knee. She did her best to keep quiet for fear of other customers hearing her cry like a little girl but that proved to be difficult. Though quicker than a spanking she would have received at home, it turned out to be much harder. Without a word, he upended the girlover his knee so her view rested on his dust covered work boots. Her skirt was pulled up over her back, as had been done seemingly hundreds of times before, and her soft, round bottom on view to the room. Thankful that it was only her and her father in the cluttered backroom, she bit her lip in irritation that she had landed herself in such a position despite her mature age. The spanking started immediately and the hurt began to set into her flesh just as soon. By the third spank she was involuntarily kicking her feet, more to ward off the rising ache in her bottom than fight against her father's will. He knew this, and did nothing to stop the flaying feet, just inches from her tender butt. He was never the kind to enjoy all day shopping, even if it was for such a happy occasion, and this would help his daughter keep her mind on the task at hand. They had a lot to plan and do before the wedding and she can't be as indecisive as she usually was. His hand slapped against her bare skin, ringing out to the sales floor where her eldest sister sat uncomfortably with the salesgirl, discussing gown lengths in an attempt to pretend neither heard the wailing of the bride to be. Both women fidgeted with the book of textile samples, avoiding the other's eyes as their cheeks flushed red from the knowledge of what was taking place behind them. When the fusillade ended and father and daughter came out to join them, the father noticed a definite change. No more was there the giddy laughing and playful teasing about the wedding night, instead he found both women anxiously looking through photographs of beautiful floor length gowns and discussing the business of marrying off his daughter. The salesgirl noticed the drying tears and puffy cheeks of the bride to be when she made the final decisions. She felt empathy for the girl, having been in her shoes more times than she would like to admit, though never in such a public place. Her heart went out to her. Corporal punishment was a common thing in her upbringing and made her not only accept its importance in the raising of a child but helped her to be a more responsible and mature adult. Hopefully in time the younger lady would believe the same thing. Earlier Janice found her new husband very proficient in his duty. Though it was his first time punishing her, she found him to be very talented at raising a sting to her backside. In truth, he may even be better than her father had ever been. Caught up in the moment, she released a loud moan and fell forward, her upper body held by Travis' left knee. She succumbed to the moment and accepted the fact that this man who loved her, and would protect her for the rest of her life, would also be the one to punish her properly, as was his right. Before he began spanking her, he sat her down and explained why he had to take such an action. Seeing her careless flirting with the limo driver, followed by a playful kiss of thanks, was disrespectful towards him as her husband and forced his hand. He was her husband now, no longer just a friend or boyfriend and as her husband, it was his duty to keep her well behaved and respectful so she would be the loving wife they both wanted her to be. Still in her wedding gown, with lingerie set reserved for that night hidden in her suitcase, she listened intently. Afraid to say a word, she sat with her hands in her lap and eyes wide as he addressed her with one pointed finger. "Your father advised me to be strict with you, a girl your age isn't often ready for the responsibilities of marriage," he lectured her. "He said you need to be spanked, thoroughly and often to keep you in line. I know you were raised that way and am familiar with his methods, having grown close to your family, but I hoped I wouldn't need to take such action." He sighed as if frustrated with her, "I'd hoped you'd be mature enough to know your place as my wife, I'd hoped you'd behave and show your devotion by respecting and honoring me as your husband. So far you have done neither of those things. As your father suggested, you need to be spanked early on, with repeated discipline as warranted throughout our life together." Family Tradition Jeff sighed disgustedly as his dad swung onto the dirt path that led to their family summer cabin. He saw his father glance over when he sighed and he really didn't care if he heard him or not. He knew it wouldn't do any good to, once again, voice his dislike at spending his eighteenth birthday the whole damn weekend of it, down here at the lake. He had argued strongly with his mother and father about this but it hadn't worked. They had insisted that he do as they wanted and that he would probably enjoy himself. Fat chance on that he wanted to tell them. There was absolutely nothing, repeat and underline nothing, to do at the lake. Other then swimming or maybe taking the boat out there was nothing else. At least nothing else he'd like to do. He and his buddies had planned how they were going to celebrate his birthday. Since he was or would be old enough to buy beer he was going to buy a case for him and his friends and start partying. Unfortunately all of his plans went down the tube when his parents informed him of their decision on how he was going to celebrate his birthday. Hell this was when he was suppose to be an adult or at least pretty well an adult and his parents were treating him like some fifth grader, He told himself that he might as well try and suffer through it and make sure he never failed to remind them how stupid it was. He and his buddies could party next weekend. Jeff's mother's car was already parked in front of the log cabin; she had come on ahead to make sure there was enough food for them while they were there. He was a little puzzled why they hadn't brought his younger brother along. He figured that since they had decided to ruin his birthday weekend by making him come down there they would just add to his misery by bringing him along too. Sue walked out of the cabin and waved at them as they parked next to her car. Gruffly Jeff shoved his door open and crawled out as she hurried over towards them. He was a little surprised and ticked when she tossed her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss, saying cheerfully, "Happy birthday honey." "Thanks," Jeff muttered glad that none of his friends were there; he could just imagine the ribbing he would have gotten from them about his Mom giving him a birthday kiss. Surprisingly she kept her arms around him as she asked, "So you feel any older?" "Nah," he answered with a quick shake of his head. Every damn birthday she asked him that. He bowed his head as she continued to gaze at him. He was glad he had experienced a late growing spurt, he was now standing five eight, the same height as her. Martin was opening the trunk to remove the luggage they had brought. He was glad that his dad had insisted on loading the car, maybe he knew that it would be one less thing for him to bitch about. "So you ready to celebrate your eighteenth birthday?" Sue asked as she moved next to him and casually slipped her arm around his waist. Jeff was surprised by her move; she had never been this...well friendly with him. She hadn't been cold or uncaring but now she almost seemed to be acting like some girl at school. As they walked towards the back of the car he was surprised again when he saw that his father had only removed one small over night bag from the trunk before he slammed the lid shut. Maybe Mom had brought their stuff with her, he assumed. "Well I got a cake for us to enjoy after dinner," Sue said cheerfully as they started towards the front door of the cabin. Jeff grimaced slightly as he imagined the stupid ritual of having to blow out the candles and having them sing Happy Birthday. "And I had her pick up a six pack of beer," Martin said. With a quick laugh he added, "So you can have your first legal beer." Jeff wasn't sure if that was a hint that they were aware that he had already been drinking beer. Hell the only thing that now being eighteen did was allowed him to legally buy and drink beer. No more having someone's older brother or sister getting it for them or hoping the clerk at the store wouldn't ask for ID. Now he hoped the clerk would ask for one, just so he could smile and waved it right in front of his face. Still having her arm around his waist when they reached the cabin door Sue smiled softly and leaned forward to open the door for him. Frowning slightly in confusion Jeff hesitated wondering what to do. Sue nodded towards the inside of the cabin as she held the door open and he shook his head and walked in. As he stepped away he jerked and looked back over his shoulder when as Sue pulled her arm from around his waist her hand slid quickly and lightly over the upper part of his butt. She continued to hold the door open so Martin could follow inside with the overnight bag. As he passed Sue he paused to give her a long, hot kiss. Jeff groaned softly and continued on inside; how disgusting, his parents being so...so passionate. Jeff assumed they still fooled around; hell they were both in their late thirties, but did they have to be so lovey dovey in front of him. Especially with him being stuck there all weekend. If it wasn't his parents he might have liked watching them fool around; at least a little bit. He knew and his friends often told him that Sue was a nice looking lady. Sue was thirty eight but really looked as if she was ten years younger. She had dark blonde shoulder length hair and a soft almost sexy sounding voice, except when she was mad. Jeff wouldn't admit it, at least out loud, but he would agree that she had a nice figure, for a lady her age. He had seen her wearing a bathing suit on more than a few occasions and could see she had a slender figure. Her breasts appeared to be the right size for her figure, not too big and definitely not too small. Her one piece bathing suit did show that she had a small pouch on her lower belly, the result of having two children and her butt was just a little large but not fat by any means. Her long, slender thighs supported her nicely. He grunted softly telling himself that that might be his only pleasure this weekend, seeing her in her bathing suit. He instantly told himself that that was disgusting; this was his Mom he was thinking about. Walking into the main room of the cabin Jeff decided that if there was any consolation it was the fact that last year his Dad had installed a satellite dish so at least he could have some TV to watch while he was trapped there. He inhaled deeply pleased to note that Sue was preparing his favorite meal; he was glad for that but it wouldn't change his feelings about this weekend. Martin put the over night bag in the guest bedroom as Sue went out to the kitchen to check the food. They both came out into the family room a short time later. Jeff didn't know why but his Mom's continuous smile was beginning to both annoy him and also intrigue him. It was like she knew something and as amused by this knowledge. He hoped it wasn't that she had some idiotic birthday surprise cooked up. Damn he was an adult he wished they'd treat him like one. Martin sat down in the easy chair near the couch where Jeff was. Sue paused near the couch and glanced at the two before saying, "Well if you two will excuse me I'm going to go change into something else." "Sure honey, no problem," Martin said lightly. Jeff simply snorted; like it mattered. He was puzzled why she was going to change; what she had on didn't seem that inappropriate; A casual pull over top and jeans. Why did she need to change, it wasn't like they were going out to some kind of fancy restaurant for dinner. Hell they were just going to have dinner here at the cabin. After Sue had left the room Martin rose and started for the kitchen, saying, "Since you're old enough to drink wanna have a beer?" "Sure...I guess so," Jeff said his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. He knew that his Dad drank but he had never seen him drink alone, well he wouldn't be drinking alone, he corrected himself. He had just never kicked back and popped a beer open; at least not that he had ever seen. A few seconds later Martin came out of the kitchen with two cans of beer. Grinning he tossed one to Jeff and walked back over to the easy chair. Jeff looked at his Dad more than a little surprised by his action. He was almost acting like he was trying to be buddies with him. Now his Dad hadn't been real distant but they had never been real close either. He wondered if this was all some kind of bullshit act; now that you're a man lets be pals. Martin opened his can and raised it towards Jeff saying, "Happy Birthday son." "Uh thanks Dad," Jeff said quickly as he opened his can and raised it in response to his Father's toast. He took a drink of his beer glad to see that his Dad had bought real beer and not some watered-down cheap beer. "You know when I turned eighteen my Uncle took me out and got me a hooker," Martin said casually as he settled back in his seat. "Oh really," Jeff said not really sure how to respond. He hoped that he wasn't about to launch into some story about how it was when he was young. "Yeah he said that since I was now a man I should get a chance to have some manly pleasures," Martin said with a laugh. "Okay," Jeff answered with a quick chuckle, he decided that that was the proper thing to do. He still wondered why his Dad was sharing this with him; he really didn't care and he really saw no need to know this. But he figured he had better just sit there and listen maybe there was a reason. He gritted his teeth lightly as he wondered if maybe his Dad was going to get him a hooker to celebrate his birthday. He decided that that would be a real nice present. "Well I know you've done some dating already," Martin said as he took another sip of his beer. "Yeah," Jeff said with a quick nod. He hoped he wasn't trying to give him a fatherly talk about the facts of life. Hell he knew all about the birds and the bees, he just wished he could try it out. Jeff had dated a couple of girls and wasn't completely ignorant to sex even though he was still a virgin. Technically at least. He had never had sex with a girl but he had been involved in some heavy petting with one of the girls he had dated. They had on more than a couple occasions gotten quite intimate. She had allowed him to slip his hand inside her top and play with her breasts and a couple of times let him stick his hand in her panties and finger her. But that was as far as it had gone; she refused to have sex with him or anyone for that matter until she was married. It was more than a little embarrassing to think that he was the only one in his group of friends that was still a virgin. He wasn't sure if all of his buddies had scored with a girl yet, despite what they bragged. It just galled him to know that he hadn't had sex with a girl yet; other than in his mind. "Well to be honest I did think about doing what your Uncle did for me but your Mom said no," Martin said with a shake of his head. He nodded at him saying, "We discussed it and she had other plans." "Okay," Jeff said with an understanding nod. Great instead of letting him at least have a date with a hooker and the chance to pop his cheery she decided to drag him down there for the weekend; thanks Mom. "Oh don't act so glum," Martin said with a chuckle. He nodded at him and gave him a quick wink saying, "You just might enjoy her plan." "Okay," Jeff said in a not too confident tone. He raised his beer to his lips and took a drink. He could just imagine how fun this was going to be; trapped here all weekend with his parents while they ruined his plans on how he wanted to celebrate. "Now that you're eighteen you're for all intents and purposes a man," Martin said. He lightly swirled the contents of his can as he said, "And, well, we decided to let you enjoy this milestone. Your Mom and I agreed to let you be a man for the weekend. You'll be in charge. Do whatever you want while you're down here." Jeff stopped the urge to tell him that what he wanted to do was go back home and hangout with his buddies. Instinctively he glanced over towards the opening bedroom door. He couldn't stop the surprised look that crossed his face when he saw his Mom coming out of the bedroom. Sue was dressed in a light summer dress. Despite it being his Mom Jeff swept his eyes over her as she walked into the family area. The dress fell to near mid-thigh on her and the neckline dipped down below her breasts, that and the backless design of the dress clearly revealed that she was not wearing a bra. A little clumsily Jeff took a swig of his beer in an effort to hide his surprise but he kept his eyes on her as she walked over and sat down near him on the sofa. Casually Sue crossed her legs at the knees after she had sat down and flashed a nice bit of her thigh when she did. She settled back and asked Martin, "So have you told him about this weekend?" "Yes," Martin said with a definite nod. He gestured at Jeff, saying, "I told him that for this weekend he's in charge. That whatever he wants to do he can." "You understand honey?" Sue asked looking at Jeff. She raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as she asked, "Whatever you want you can do. You're the man of the house for this weekend." "Okay," Jeff said slowly. He wasn't sure what exactly they meant by being totally in charge. Maybe that meant he could select what they watched on TV or something lame like that. "Now we want you to understand that this is only for this weekend," Martin said slowly. He looked closely at Jeff as he said, "But come next week it's back to the way things have been." "Okay," Jeff said with a slow nod. He was confused as hell but decided to try and act nonchalant about it until he could figure just what the hell was going on. "Well I'd better get going," Martin said suddenly and stood up. "You're leaving?" Jeff asked glancing at his parents in confusion. "Yeah I want to get home before it gets too late," Martin said glancing at his watch. He took one last drink of his beer and said, "I need to pickup your brother. Well have fun." To his mounting confusion he watched as his Dad started for the door and his Mom popped up off the couch, following him towards the door. Was this their plan; bring him down here, say he's in charge and then leave? He slumped back on the sofa and took a long drink of his beer. This birthday was quickly going from wasted to a total disaster he ruefully decided. Glaring at his parents he watched as they stopped at the door and to his surprise they kissed; a long, somewhat heated kiss. To his further surprise his Dad reached down and gave Sue's ass a quick squeeze. Damn were they wanting to tease him with this display, he wondered. Leaving him here all alone for the whole damn weekend. "Well I'll see you Monday night," Martin said after he had broken his embrace with Sue. Jeff's eyes widened and his jaw sagged when Martin opened the door and stepped out and Sue calmly closed the door behind him but stayed inside. Smiling broadly she turned and walked back towards the couch. There almost seemed to be a light bounce in her step as she walked. He clearly heard the car door open and then slam shut a second later. "Are...aren't you going with Dad?" Jeff asked shaking his head in confusion when he heard the engine start. "No silly I'm gonna stay here and help you celebrate your birthday," Sue said lightly as she sat back down near him. Jeff closed his eyes and quickly shook his head; this has got to be some kind of a trick, he told himself. He frowned sharply and glanced towards the door when he heard the car backing up and then drive away. Jeff swallowed heavily when Sue shifted closer to him and placed her hand on his thigh. She smiled at him and asked, "So what would you like to do to begin celebrating your birthday?" "I...I don't know," he stammered. "Well dinner's ready," she asked gently rubbing his leg. She cocked her head to one side, saying, "Are you hungry?" "Uh yeah," Jeff said nodding his head quickly. "Well come on lets eat," Sue said cheerfully as she rose. She turned to face him once she had and held a hand out to him. Shaking his head he took it and allowed her to help him to his feet. Jeff was puzzled once he had stood up Sue remained standing there. He nervously cleared his throat and nodded towards the kitchen saying, "You said dinner was ready." "Yes," Sue said with a quick nod. She tilted her head to one side as she gazed at him and then said in a soft voice, "I haven't given you a birthday kiss." "Okay," Jeff said with a quick shrug. Might as well, again he was glad his friends weren't there; he could just imagine the ribbing he would have gotten. He again cleared his throat and licked his strangely dry lips before he leaned towards her and quickly kissed her on the cheek. "Oh come on you're a man now," Sue protested as he started to pull back. She reached out and placed her hand on the side of his face saying, "That wasn't a kiss. Forget I'm your mother and give me a good kiss. Remember you're in charge for the weekend." Startled Jeff simply nodded his head; he looked closely at his Mom for a long moment. He could see by the look in her eyes that she was serious. He took a breath and then again leaned towards her. To his surprise Sue leaned towards him, a little clumsily their lips bumped. His eyes widened as he lightly pressed his lips against hers. Sue's lips were partly opened and she moved her hand from the side of his head to around behind, holding him still. He frowned when he felt her tongue lightly brush against his lips; quickly it swept along his pursed lips. He tried to pull his head back but she held him steady. He wondered if maybe she had been drinking a few beers before they had arrived Finally she broke their kiss but kept her hand behind his head. She blinked a few times as she gazed at him. In a soft almost husky tone she asked, "That wasn't so bad now was it?" "N...no," he admitted. "It was kind of nice," she said as she began to lightly toy with some of his hair at the base of his skull. Nervously he simply mumbled a response and nodded. Sue smiled and told him, "Relax honey. I'm not going to bite you." "Okay," Jeff said with another quick nod. "Come on lets eat," Sue said and then stepped away. She reached down and took hold of his hand and quietly led him out to the kitchen. Groaning longingly Jeff pushed his plate away saying, "I'm stuffed. That was great Mom." "I'm glad you liked it," Sue said as she rose from her chair. She picked up her plate and then Jeff's saying, "There's plenty left so we can have this for leftovers if you want." Jeff watched as she took the plates over and put them in the sink. He wondered if she would insist he help with the dishes. Whenever they were there that tended to be his and his brother's responsibility, washing the dishes. Instead she just turned away and came back to the table. She sat down and asked, "Anything else you'd like?" "Not right now," Jeff said shaking his head. He sighed and patted his gut saying, "Like I said I'm stuffed." "Well if it's that bad you can always do like your Father would do when he had ate too much," Sue said. "What's that?" "Well he'd usually unsnap his pants," she said with a shrug. Jeff simply grunted recalling how embarrassing it was when his Dad would do that. Luckily he would only do that when they were at home; it had been funny when he was younger but now it was just stupid. Carefully he got up wondering what to do to amuse himself. Sue stood up and took his hand, asking, "Well now that you've had dinner is there anything you'd like to do?" "I dunno," Jeff said with a shrug of his shoulders. He thought for a second and then said, "Maybe watch some TV." "Okay," Sue said. She stepped next to him and slipped her arm around his waist. She nodded towards the living room and said, "If that's what you want to do." Family Tradition They walked out to the living room where Sue led him over to the sofa and made him sit down. She then walked over and grabbed the remote from on top of the TV. Smiling she walked back over and then leaned forward and held the remote out to him. Jeff couldn't stop from letting his eyes dart down and glimpse at Sue's chest. His heart pounded faster as he got a nice view down the front of her dress. He had been right, she wasn't wearing a bra. He could see her boobs, her mounds were totally exposed; he could clearly see her full boobs and her nipples. He wanted to look away but he couldn't. He knew he should be repulsed, this was his own Mom he was looking at but damn she had a nice pair. Sensing that he had been staring too long and expecting her to be angry he looked up at her and found her just smiling at him. Either she must not be aware of the view she was providing or hadn't noticed where his eyes had been, he decided as he took the remote from her. "Are you comfortable?" Sue asked still standing there bent forward. Struggling to not let his eyes drop back down to stare down her dress, which wasn't easy, he mumbled, "Uh yeah." "Is there anything you'd like me to do?" She asked. Allowing his eyes to dart down to look at her boobs quickly, he wanted to say she was doing enough. Looking back up at her face he said, "N...no I'm fine." "Okay," Sue said. She straightened and then sat down next to him on the sofa. Jeff was surprised at how close she was sitting next to him. She wasn't right next to him; there were a couple of inches between them but still. He wished that she would leave, at least for a few seconds; his cock thanks to her brief show was stiffening. Unfortunately he needed to reposition it for comfort sake but he couldn't really do that with her sitting right there. "So I hope this hasn't messed up too many of your plans," Sue said as she drew her feet up underneath her. Too late now, Jeff wanted to say but decided against it. He shrugged and said, "That's okay. I really didn't have anything planned." "You didn't, have a date or anything like that planned did you?" Sue asked. "Not quite," Jeff assured her with a quick shake of his head. "I'm sorry," Sue said reaching out and placing her hand on his thigh. Jeff glanced down at her hand and then over at her. She left her hand resting there as she asked, "Whatever happened between you and Kate?" "Uh nothing," Jeff said, clearing his throat as he did. She was the girl he had come the closest to on having sex with. He wasn't really sure what Sue had meant by her question. "She seemed like a nice girl," Sue said casually. "Yeah she was," he answered wondering if he should turn on the TV or if she wanted to talk. He tensed slightly when she began to rub his leg. "So did the two of you ever fool around?" Sue asked quietly almost matter-of-factly. "Wha...what?" Jeff stammered, he had heard her clearly he was just shocked by her question. "Did you and Kate ever fool around?" She repeated with an amused tone. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she added, "You know get it on, do it?" "Mom...I...well..." he blurted not knowing how to answer it. He wasn't sure if she really wanted to know or if she was hoping he would still be her sweet innocent little boy. "It's okay if you did honey. It's normal for kids your age to be interested in sex," she assured him. She cocked her head slightly to one side as she asked, "So did you and her do it?" "N...no. Not really," he said in a breathless rush. "Not really?" She said with a quick easy laugh, "Either you did or you didn't." "Well no we never had sex. She wanted to wait until she was married," he confessed. "Oh I see," Sue said. She continued to lightly rub his leg as she sat there. After a brief pause she asked, "But I guess you two fooled around a little. Some heavy kissing and petting then?" "Uh yeah," he said with a quick nod. "I see," Sue said with an understanding nod. In a slightly lighter tone she asked, "Have you fooled around with any other girls?" "N...no," he said quickly, wondering why she was so damn interested in his sex life or lack of. Was she glad that here he was a high school senior and still a virgin or was she disappointed? "Well that will change," she assured him, lightly patting his thigh. "I hope," Jeff said without thinking. "It will honey, it will," Sue told him. She reached up and made him look over at her and then said, "It's up to you. If you want it." "Okay," Jeff mumbled not sure what she meant or how to answer. To his surprise Sue stretched out and lightly kissed him square on the lips and again he felt her tongue brush against his partly opened lips. He was shocked by her kiss and before he could react she pulled back. She ran a hand through her hair and then said, "You know we use to spank you on your birthday." "Yeah I remember." "Towards the end we really had to wrestle you down," Sue said with a laugh. She ran her finger along the edge of his ear and said, "I guess you're way too big for me to try and give you a birthday spanking." Jeff simply laughed in agreement and if she thought he would willing let her give him a birthday spanking she was crazy, even if no one would know of it. She ran the tip of her finger along the side of his neck as she said, "Since I can't spank you would you want to spank me?" "What?" Jeff gasped turning his head to look at her and knowing his shock was quite evident on his face. "Maybe you would want to spank me," she said lightly, a playful smile crossing her lips. She bobbed her eyebrows as she said, "A chance to pay me back for all the spankings I gave you. Or if you want it could be my birthday spanking, a little early. To be honest your Dad always gives me a spanking on my birthday. I thought that since you're a man now maybe you'd like to." "Uh...I...I really don't know," he said slowly, looking closely at her. He couldn't tell if she was serious or not. He was a little surprised by her telling him that Dad spanked her on her birthday. He figured it was done when they were alone because he knew he had never seen him do it. He was both amused and surprised by the information. Surprised in that she told him about it and amused to learn that they weren't some old stick in the muds; that they still messed around. At least he assumed they did. Sue suddenly got off the sofa and stepped in front of him, keeping her back to him. She looked over her shoulder at him and leaned forward slightly sticking her round bottom out towards him. Playfully she asked, "You sure? Like I said it's your chance to get even if you want for all the times I spanked you." "Uh no...thanks but," Jeff stammered alternating his eyes between her face and quickly down to her shapely ass that was just a short distance from him. He let his eyes rest for a long moment on her bottom thinking about doing what she was suggesting. It was a little tempting, the memories of the times he had been spanked when he was a little kid flashed through his mind and the thought of paying her back for some of those spankings, the few he hadn't deserved, intrigued him. "You sure honey?" She asked giving her ass a nice little, inviting wiggle. It almost seemed like she wanted him to spank her. She smiled softly saying, "You can." "Naw that's okay," he said with a quick shake of his head. Really he wanted to but the fact that it was his Mom caused him to decline. "Well okay," Sue said as she turned back around and sat down next to him. As she did she told, "But if you change your mind you can. Like I said you're in charge this weekend so whatever you want to do." It was close to ten and Jeff vainly flipped through the TV stations with mounting frustration. There was absolutely nothing on any of the channels. At least nothing he wanted to watch. Maybe he should just get ready and go to bed. What a birthday celebration, going to bed at ten in the evening. Might as well nothing else to do, he told himself. Sue was sitting next to him on the couch flipping through a magazine. Setting the remote down on the arm rest of the sofa Jeff said, "Well I think I'm gonna get ready and go to bed." "So early?" Sue asked as she laid her magazine down. "Yeah I'm feeling a little tired," he said with a somewhat forced yawn. It was more boredom then fatigue. "Well where do you want sleep tonight?' Sue asked causally. "In my bed," Jeff said with a puzzled laugh. He waved his hand towards the room where he and his brother normally slept when they were there, saying, "In there." "Oh okay," Sue said as she swung her feet off of the couch and scooted to the edge of the sofa. She paused to slowly stretch and then said, "I was just curious since you're in charge. Whatever you wanted." Just what did she mean, he wanted to ask. He always slept in there, unless they had some other visitors and then he and his brother would end up sleeping out here on the fold-out couch. Did she mean that he could sleep in the bed that his brother normally slept in or what? Staggering a little when he stood up he stretched longingly hoping that he could fall asleep quickly so he could escape from this boring place for a little bit. Sue stood up next to him, saying, "Think I'll turn in too." Jeff simply grunted and turned to grab the remote so he could turn off the TV. He was a little surprised that she had been sitting there with him all evening, except for when she went to get him something to drink. She had left the dishes in the sink and hadn't even called his Dad to make sure he had gotten home okay. Sue was standing there when he turned back after putting the remote back on the arm rest. She stepped to him and placed her hands on the side of his face. Tenderly she said, "I just want to wish you a very happy birthday." "Thanks Mom," he said quickly. "How about one last birthday kiss?" She suggested as she slid closer. She raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as she added, "And don't be bashful. You're a man now. Okay?" "Okay," he replied with a quick nod. Smiling softly Sue leaned towards him, her lips opening a little. Jeff hastily swallowed and then leaned towards her letting his lips open. She sighed softly when their lips touched. Instinctively he spread his lips when he felt hers part wider. At the same time she slid her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Automatically he moved his hands to her hips and let them rest there not sure what else to do. He tensed when he felt her tongue snake into his mouth, his eyes opening wide. There was no doubt; his Mom was French kissing him. He hesitated for a moment and then pressed his tongue hard against hers. He closed his eyes as their tongues swirled around the other and he heard her moan softly deep in her throat. This was crazy, he told himself, here he was French-kissing his Mom and he was rather liking it and it seemed that she was liking it too. After a few wonderful seconds she broke their wet, open-mouthed kiss. She remained standing close to him, her arms around his neck. She began to toy with some of the hair on the back of his head, gazing with her soft dark brown eyes at him. Oddly Jeff made no effort to back away but remained standing there with his hands resting on her hips. "That was better," she said in a whisper like voice. "Uh yeah," he said with a sheepish grin. He hoped she didn't move too much closer, he wasn't sure how she would react or for that much how he would if she found out that he developed a raging hard-on. But he enjoyed the feel of her body so close to him; her boobs were lightly pressing against his chest. "So are you ready for bed?" She asked in that soft sexy voice. "I...I guess so," he mumbled. "Okay," she said. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then told him, "You go get ready and I'll come in and say goodnight." Dumbly he nodded and she coyly smiled and lightly tapped the end of his nose with her index finger. He stood there and watched as she walked away going into her bedroom. After she had gone into the room but left the door open, he shook his head as if he was just waking up. He scratched his head and slowly headed for his room, puzzled as hell. He told himself that she must have had something to drink and that was why she was acting the way she was. He wondered if she would be real embarrassed and deny it all tomorrow. And why was she going to tell him good night, he wondered. Hell he was a big boy now he didn't need her tucking him into bed. Nudging the door part way shut after he had stepped into his room he pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the bed that his brother usually slept in. The room was small, just enough room for the two beds and a small set of drawers and a small table with a lamp between the beds. He left the ceiling light on as he walked over to his bed and sat down, kicking his shoes off after he had. As he undid his jeans he was glad that his brother wasn't there; as soon as he was in bed he was planning to take care of his raging hard-on. If his younger brother was there he would have had to wait until he was asleep before he could take care of his problem. And damn he didn't think he could wait, his cock was so hard right now. Standing up he shoved his jeans down to around his ankles. He pulled one foot free and then balancing on that foot he kicked the jeans off and onto the other bed. As he normally did he was going to sleep in his under shorts. There was a light tap on the partly closed door and before he could respond Sue walked in, saying cheerfully, "You ready yet?" "Mom!" He exclaimed as he stood there clad only in his under shorts. He didn't know if he was more upset at her just coming in, well she did knock, or if it was because he was standing there in his underwear and with a raging hard-on or a little of both. Jeff's annoyance and shock was instantly replaced when he saw how she was clad and his cock strained even harder. Sue was wearing a sheer black nightie that ended just below her hips. While the part that covered her breast was slightly thicker the rest of it was very sheer, he could clearly see her slender figure through it. He could also see the matching bikini cut panties she was wearing. Open mouthed he watched as she walked over towards him. "What honey?" She asked playfully as she approached him. She nodded at him as she said, "It isn't like I haven't seen a man in his shorts before." "Yeah...but," was the best that he could mutter as she reached him. He wanted to remind her that he was a man and not a little kid that she could just walk right into his room. He wanted to ask her to respect his privacy but wasn't able to find the words or nerve. "And it isn't like I haven't seen you in your shorts before," she said with a playful smile. He shifted uneasily when he saw her eyes drop down and then back up to his face as she reached him. Still smiling softly she added, "And I've even seen you with a lot less on." "Uh yeah..." he mumbled. Sue reached out took hold of his wrists and pulled him closer, guiding his arms around her waist. She then put her arms around his neck. Jeff tensed slightly when he felt her crotch lightly pressed against his. His already stiff cock throbbed mightily against his shorts. He wondered if she could feel his hard-on. She leaned back slightly, causing her crotch to push against him a little firmer and he knew that she had to feel his throbbing cock. "I remember when we first got this place you hated sleeping in here," Sue said. She smiled and shook her head saying, "You always wanted to sleep with us in our room." "Yeah," Jeff answered glancing away briefly. He was a little embarrassed by her recollection and hoped she wasn't planning to bring up all those cute incidents from his childhood. "You use to come into our room and want to crawl into bed with us," Sue said with a chuckle. She gazed closely at him as she said, "I guess if you would want to do that now it wouldn't be as crowded now like it was back then. Seeing that it would be just the two of us in the bed. And it's a nice sized bed." "Okay," Jeff said with a slow nod. "You could if you want to. Since you're a man now and you're in charge for the weekend," Sue said softly. She leaned towards him slightly, saying in a softer tone, "Anything you want is okay. You don't have to be worried, if you want it just say so." "Okay," Jeff said in a rush. He was puzzled by what she meant. She was acting really strange. She had to have had a little too much to drink, he told himself. Suddenly she pulled him full against her and hugged him tightly. She whispered into his ear, "You've turned into such a nice looking young man honey. Any girl would probably love having you." Jeff didn't know what to say. Without thinking he had hugged her firmly in return and continued to hold her when she made no move to step back. He closed his eyes and savored the feel of her body pressing snugly against his. He turned his face towards her when he felt her lightly kiss the side of his neck and covered her mouth with his. He didn't pause jamming his tongue full into her mouth. She groaned deep in her throat as their tongues wrapped around the other. After a few seconds he felt her beginning to slowly grind her crotch against his. He groaned as she slowly, firmly rubbed herself against his hard cock. It was both shocking and exciting to realize that she was dry-humping his cock; if she kept it up she would get him off too. He wondered how she would react about that and decided that at the moment he really didn't care. Breaking their wet kiss Sue laid her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily and continued to grind her crotch against him. She turned her face towards him and licked his ear. She then whispered, "Anything you want you can have. You don't have to ask, this weekend it's yours." Right now all he wanted was to get off and she was driving him crazy. Slowly he moved his hands down from the small of her back onto her round bottom. She giggled softly when he cupped his hands to the cheeks of her ass and gave them a quick squeeze. Firmly he began to rub her ass cheeks through the silky panties she was wearing. Again Sue drew he head back and they nearly bumped their mouths together as they leaned towards the other to kiss. Eagerly they shoved their tongues against the other. As they kissed Jeff moved his hands up to the waistband of her skimpy panties and began to work them down. He half expected her to suddenly change her mind, snap out of her state of mind and end the whole thing but she didn't. She allowed him to work her panties down off her ass, groaning as he rubbed the smooth skin of her butt cheeks. "Do you want it?" Sue asked in a throaty voice when she broke their kiss. Jeff simply grunted and nodded his head. She gave him a hard squeeze and told him, "You don't have to ask. It's yours. This weekend you're in charge. Whatever you want you can have." Jeff broke their embrace, stepping back quickly. Sue let her arms drop to her sides as she stood there. She let a startled giggle when he half pushed and half picked her up to drop her on the bed. A little ungainly she dropped onto the bed, her feet flying up part way as she landed. Jeff paused as he looked at her, lying across the bed with her legs dangling off the side. With an amused look on her face she raised herself up on her elbows as she lay there. Jeff swept his eyes quickly over her as she laid there; the night gown had opened, from her breasts down revealing her flat belly. Her black, lacy panties were low across her pelvis; he could see the upper part of her neatly trimmed thin strip of pubic hair peeking out. A small part of his brain pointed out that this was his mother he was about to have but his roaring cock quickly over rode it. Family Tradition Excitedly he stepped forward and rather roughly jammed his fingers inside the waistband of her panties. Sue let out a startled little gasp as he tugged them down her legs, clear to her knees with one hard pull. Clumsily she lifted her feet to help him get them off of her as he shoved them down her legs. After he had literally torn them off of her he grabbed her arm and made her sit up. Once Sue was sitting up on the edge of the bed Jeff grabbed her nightie and roughly pulled it up, not letting her the chance to even loosen the draw strings between her breasts. Sue simply tossed her arms up as he forced her nightie up over her head. She shook her head and pulled her arms free as he tugged it down them. He tossed the night gown to one side after he had pulled it off of her, letting his eyes sweep over her nude figure. Excitedly he jammed his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down past his hips. His hard cock popped free as he did and slapped against his lower belly. As he stumbled out of his shorts Sue crawled onto the bed, lying on her side watching him. Kicking the shorts off of the one foot they were bunched around he literally dove onto the bed, snuggling up to Sue. Throwing her arms around him after he had made her slide to the middle of the bed and he had crawled on top of her, she begged in a husky voice, "Show me what a man you are honey. Give it to me. Let me be your first." Jeff simply grunted as he moved between her spread legs. She obligingly reached down and took hold of his hard shaft and guided him to her pussy. She moaned longingly when the end of his cock touched her wet pussy slit and she firmly rubbed it along her slit. Jeff placed his hands on the mattress to support himself as Sue rubbed his cock along her slit. Quickly he felt the end of his cock pushing against her pussy and with one hard thrust drove his entire length into her warm wet depths, causing her to moan loudly. Pausing for a heartbeat to savor the wonderful feel of his first pussy wrapped around his hard shaft. Sue wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, hooking her heels behind his knees. She gazed up at him and whispered, "Let me make you a man now honey." Grinning thinly Jeff pulled his hips back until just the end of his cock remained in her pussy and then without any real delay he shoved it back into her. Completely inexperienced to try and go slow, at least for her pleasure and even if he wasn't he was too damn horny to go slow he immediately pulled his hips back and began to fuck her with a hard, almost frantic pace. With each hard pounding thrust Sue would gasp loudly which only tended to increase his arousal and pace. Within a real quick time he could feel his balls beginning to tighten and he knew he was getting ready to come. Ramming his cock deep into Sue's pussy once more he held it there, arching his back sharply and tensing bodily. He didn't know exactly how much jism he actually pumped into his Mom's pussy but it felt enormous, it seemed like his dick just kept squirting jism into her. He shuddered and relaxed as his juices finally stopped. Slowly he lowered himself down on top of Sue. She threw her arms around him and held him tightly as he lay there trying to catch his breath. Dimly he was aware of her still grinding her crotch against him even though his cock wasn't anywhere as hard as it had just been. As he lay there, enjoying the feel of her boobs pressed against his chest and of her humping herself against him he wondered how soon he could get hard again. He definitely wanted to repeat this, as often as possible. Well maybe this surprise birthday celebration wasn't going to be so bad after all. Jeff groaned softly and snuggled down under the covers as sleep slowly retreated from his mind. Slowly the events of last night filtered through his foggy thoughts. He told himself that it had to have been a really vivid dream. When he felt the very wet spot in the middle of the bed as he rolled over he instantly knew that it had not been a dream. Fully awake now Jeff sat up and gazed about the quiet room, the events of last night and early this morning clearly replaying themselves. He saw Sue's night gown still lying on the other bed. Laying back down he slowly rubbed his face. Not ever having been with a woman he didn't know how spectacular last night was, having nothing to compare it with. They had made love a number of times throughout the night and into the early morning hours. It seemed as if he had just closed his eyes. Damn his Mom was a...well horny woman. His cock stirred as he recalled how she had straddled his hips and rode his cock, bouncing up and down wildly. Jeff wondered how she would be acting today. He wondered if she would be deep into some kind of guilt trip or deny the whole thing happened, claiming she was drunk or something like that. Maybe she would say they needed to leave and that was it. He could hear her moving about he almost dreaded getting up and facing her. "Well good morning sleepy head," Sue said cheerfully as she walked into the room. Smiling broadly she walked over towards the bed, asking, "Sleep good?" "Uh yeah," he said with a quick nod. It was obvious that he had been wrong on how she might be acting he could see. She was wearing a loose, sleeveless T-shirt, her beautiful breasts clearly visible from the sides and a baby blue pair of panties. She sat down on the edge of the bed. She then leaned over and gave him a hard, open mouthed kiss which he happily responded to by jamming his tongue into her mouth. Breaking their kiss after a few seconds Sue leaned over placing her hand on the bed near his far hip and laid her other hand on his abdomen, making his stirring cock twitch. She glanced down at his semi-erect cock and smiled softly. "I guess you're not totally awake yet," she said with a playful nod down at his crotch. She then gently moved her hand to his cock and began to caress it, saying, "But it was a rather late night, wasn't it?" "Oh yeah," Jeff said with a shaky laugh. "You understand that after this weekend...well this won't go on," she said slowly. "Yeah," he said his eyes resting on her barely concealed breasts. "But like I said, anything you want this weekend you just say so," she told him. "Like if I wanted you to take off your top?" He asked with a quick nod at her. "Is that what you want me to do?" "Oh yeah." "Okay," she said with a quick nod. She pulled her hand from his cock and sat up. Quickly she pulled the T-shirt up and off over her head, casually tossing it over to the other bed. She resumed lightly playing with his cock, asking, "How's that?" "Great," he said reaching out to place his hand on her boob. He frowned slightly, his hand resting on her boob and asked, "So are you gonna do this for Danny's eighteenth birthday too?" "Probably," she answered with a quick shrug. She looked at him and said in stern tone, "Now don't you tell him about this. We want it to be a surprise like it was for you." "Okay," he said. He had to admit it had been a real surprise. "So any chance of this being a birthday gift from now on?" He asked as he began to rub her boob firmly. He smiled at her, adding, "I really wouldn't want anything else." "We'll see honey, we'll see," Sue said with a warm smile. His cock had stiffened nicely through her gently fondling, she cocked her head to one side, saying, "Let's not worry about next year, let's just enjoy this weekend." "Sounds great," he said with a quick nod. He inhaled slowly and deeply, saying, "Think I'll jump in the shower." "Okay," Sue said with a nod as she continued to toy with his now erect cock. "And I want you to be with me," he added. "Sounds great," she said with a quick bob of her eyebrows. "But there's something I want before that," he said. Before Sue could ask what it was he partly raised his shoulders up off the bed and reached out with his other hand. He slipped his hand behind Sue's head and slowly, firmly pulled her head down as he laid back. Obediently she allowed him to pull her head down to his crotch. He groaned loudly when her lips wrapped around his shaft. Once she had she began to slide his shaft into her mouth. Jeff again groaned as his shaft slowly slid between her wet lips. This most certainly was a great birthday; fucking great, he decided. Family Tradition It had been a family tradition each year come late summer at the Carson farm, the canning of the excess tomatoes as well as the preparing of the various jellies and preserves that Ellie Carson had been known for all around the county. This year would be a bit different, with the matriarch of the Carson clan having passed away the previous winter at the age of 65, but Hank Carson was a creature of habit, and found himself doing the planting the following spring as if his late wife was still there nagging him to do it. Their daughter Whitney had encouraged her father to do it, with the promise that when it was time to process what didn't get sold at the roadside stand and at the farmers market in town, she would do the canning and everything else her Mom had always done. Daughter Whitney had brought her only child with her to help. Tabby had just graduated from high school and was undecided as to whether to go the community college or get a job, so instead of having her mope around the house her mother insisted that Tabby join her at her grandparents farm. Hank Carson was happy to have the company, because after sharing a home with his wife for nearly 50 years, a few months alone made him realize just how big and empty the old farmhouse was, so having the girls around for a week or so was something he looked forward to. *** The first day... "Gonna go to bed - maybe read for a while," Tabby said, giving her mother and grandfather a kiss and excusing herself from the kitchen table. "A lot like you were at 18," Hank said to his daughter, trying but failing to keep from looking at his skinny granddaughter's rear end as she went to the guest room at the other end of the house. "No way Dad," Whitney chuckled. "She's a lot more introverted and not as - you know. I was a wild one, if you recall." "Oh, I recall," Hank said as he looked at his daughter, who was now closer to 50 than 40, but he could still remember her as a wild and rebellious teenager, her flaming red hair an indication of her personality as well as her other... tendencies. Whitney's curly red hair was now augmented with a few strands of grey, and she had filled out a bit as women tend to do, but most of it was in the right places, Hank noted as he tried to change the subject. "Great of you two to come out and help me out, Whitney." "Love being out here," Whitney said. "Besides, at least out here I've got a man to talk to." "Care for a cup of coffee?" Hank offered. "Got anything stronger, Dad?" Whitney asked, and then got up. "I bet you do, and I remember where you used to keep it too!" Hank watched his daughter reach around the back of the bread box to pull out the bottle of Jack Daniels that he always had stashed back there. "Let's go outside, Dad. It's stuffy in here," Whitney said. "How about glasses?" Hank asked, but Whitney was already out the back door. Hank walked out back with his daughter, watching her take a swig out of the Jack before handing it to him, and when he took a swallow his throat burned while his mind raced, thinking that while maybe it was his imagination, he sensed that something besides humidity was in the air. "Lot of memories here Dad," Whitney said as they went back toward the barn. "Yeah, she's been a good farm for the family," Hank said, walking slower as if to avoid the barn. "I meant the barn, Dad," Whitney said. "The barn. Behind the barn. Down by the creek. Summer of 1978, and I remember it like it was yesterday." "Whitney..." "Come on inside, Dad," Whitney said as she opened the door and held it open. "Look honey," Hank started to say, but his daughter cut him off. "I need to talk, Dad. We need to talk. It's been almost thirty years," Whitney said, closing the door after clicking on the dim light that shone in the back. "Please? You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I'll do the talking." "Whitney, I'm sorry. I was sorry then and I'm sorry now," Hank said, his voice betraying his feelings. "I'm not sorry Dad. I know that I made you feel guilty, but it wasn't your fault." "Yes it was." "No. I made you feel that way after you ended it, but that was just to hurt you. I wanted you. I seduced you, even if you didn't realize it. I played the innocent but I always wanted you to fuck me, and I usually got what I wanted back then." "Honey..." "You fucked me Dad. In every way and in every place, and it was my fault, if there is any fault at all," Whitney snapped. "I know you were teasing me, but I was your father," Hank said. "Fathers don't do that to their daughters, no matter how attractive and seductive they are." "I was pretty hot back then, wasn't I?" Whitney said with a wink, taking another belt of Jack and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and when her father said nothing she went on. "I miss having guys look at me like they - and you - did back then," Whitney lamented. "Of course now, I'm just a dumpy middle-aged broad." "Honey, you're still an attractive woman." "Oh yeah? Tell Mike that," Whitney sneered as she mentioned her husband. "He hasn't touched me in over two years. Two freaking years. He's out right now fucking some cunt from his office, that's why he was so happy that I was coming out here with Tabitha. When I told him that I was coming out here Mike almost shit confetti." "I told you - your mother told you - that you should get counseling." "Fuck counseling," Whitney said. "Besides, let me tell you something. Even when we were actually acting like a man and a woman, I felt nothing when he put that needle dick in me. Nothing. Nothing like when you and I made love. Do you remember?" "Of course I do," Hank said, nearly emptying the bottle with one swallow as the sweat poured down his spine. "I used to watch you and Mom," Whitney said as she walked up to her father and played with the top button of his plaid shirt. "Every Saturday night after I went to bed I would go over to the spare room and look through that peep hole. I had already fucked a couple of guys by then, but when I saw you do Mom, I knew I was being cheated." "Please," Hank practically begged. "You used to take Mom like a savage. So rough - you were like an animal." "That was the way I - we - liked it." "I know," Whitney said, the fingers brushing the silver cloud of fur that peeked out from the neck of her father's shirt. "Never forget that time when I first saw you naked. I thought Reggie Barnaby had a big cock, but damn! I was so scared for Mom, because she was so tiny and you used to pound into her so hard!" "No, please don't," Hank said, brushing her hands away from his belt and taking a step back. "Don't make me beg, Daddy," Whitney whispered, tearing open her blouse to reveal her breasts, swinging just as unsupported as they had been when she was 18. "Remember these?" Hank shook his head while staring at Whitney's huge breasts, and while she would have been at least a C cup back in that summer of 1978 had she owned a bra, the pale jugs that hung to his daughter's waist were probably double D's now. Whitney stared at her Dad while unbuttoning her jeans, and when her panties came down and she exposed her lush red bush to her father's eyes, she knew he was weakening. "I need it Dad." "Whitney, I'm old. I'm heading toward 70. I don't even..." "You can Dad," Whitney said as she walked toward him, and he was moving backwards when his back hit the wall and there was nowhere else to go. "You used to tell me that I gave the best head you ever had. Better than Mom. Remember? Were you just saying that?" "No. You were the best," Hank said as his daughter fell to her knees in front of him, like she had so many times that summer long ago. His baggy trousers fell to the ground, and then Whitney was pulling his boxers down his pale legs. When she saw the fat uncut hose that swung between her father's bony thighs she sobbed before grabbing it and bringing the thick tool to her lips, skinning it back to suck on the plum-sized head. As Hank looked down, his hand running through his daughter's curly red hair like the old days, he marveled at the way her mouth stretched so wide, and how her mouth and throat were able to take most of him in despite his girth and length. For the first time in months he felt himself getting hard because of his daughter's efforts, and as he looked down and saw Whitney's head bobbing up and down half of the length of his manhood while her right hand stroked what her mouth could not reach, he knew an erection was forthcoming. Down below Whitney's pendulous breasts, her other hand was frantically fingering her pussy, using more and more fingers until she had almost her whole hand inside of herself, and while her father couldn't see it, he did see her shoulder moving just like it used to in getting herself primed. Now hard, Hank was about to help Whitney to her feet, but his daughter was already moving. Scrambling to her feet, she jumped into his arms hugging and kissing, their tongues dueling while they moved to the old corner, where the dusty old couch still sat. Hank stopped Whitney just before they got there, and bending her over a bale of hay, he pushed her forward and spread her legs while easing in behind her. "OW!" Whitney squealed as Hank brought the head of his cock to the opening of her sex and pushed forward. "Split me in two Daddy!" "Still so tight," he grunted, but he showed no mercy on Whitney's orifice and kept pushing, forcing his cock into her while his daughter bit her lip. The huge tool tore into her tender membrane, her muffled squeal nothing like the screams she wanted to let out as the enormous organ went where no other had reached for so long. "Fuck me hard!" Whitney's voice urged as she sprawled helplessly over the hay, and when she felt her father's hand grab her curly red hair and pull her skull backward, the thrill almost made her cum from that alone. "Still Daddy's little pig, aren't you?" Hank sneered, driving the entire length of his member deep into his daughter's pussy at an increasingly rapid tempo, and then he felt the walls of Whitney's pussy contract while her body shook. Feeling her orgasm only made him more relentless, and he let go of her hair to grab onto Whitney's fleshy hips while she became his plaything. His thrusts became faster and faster, and while he knew his back would remind him of this in the morning, he was so crazed by the sight of his plump freckled daughter beneath him that he didn't care. Whitney was cumming again, her reaction not nearly as strong as the first one, and then Hank felt his own orgasm on the horizon. From beneath him he heard his daughter gasp, "Don't cum in me, Dad." Hank was about to pull his cock out of his daughter and pop his load onto her back like he used to do back in the day, but Whitney squirmed out from under him and went to her knees, her lips sliding over the head of his cock just before he was about to cum. "Jeez!" Hank groaned as he came, her daughter taking her load into her mouth while her hands jacked his shaft and squeezed his balls until they were tapped. "So good baby," Hank sighed as he looked down at Whitney trying to suck the last drops of seed out of his deflating dick, and then he was reaching down and grabbing his daughter under her arms and lifting her to her feet. "You're still the best." They kissed again, a long and slow exchange that had their tongues sharing the product that helped create her almost fifty years ago, and then they looked into each other's eyes. "Been so long since I had a man - a real man," Whitney sighed and then smiled as she felt her Dad's fingers idly stoking her moist smooth underarms as he held her biceps. "Not a hippie any more, Dad," Whitney giggled, lifting her arms to reveal the creamy white pockets of her armpits. "I remember how that used to bug you." "No it didn't, babe," Hank said, smiling at seeing that unlike her rebellious younger days, Whitney now shaved the hair that grew under her arms. "Actually, like everything else you used to do, the things you did to irritate me actually got me excited, but I didn't want to admit it." "Guess we better get ourselves together," Whitney sighed as she looked around at their clothes strewn around the barn where they had been thrown in the heat of the moment, and then Whitney grunted as she started to walk. "Feels like you're still in me, Dad," Whitney kidded as she picked up her father's trousers and brushed them off before handing them to him, giving his swaying manhood a pull before waddling over to her now button-less blouse. They dressed in silence, and then moved out of the barn and toward the house, pausing before entering the back door to kiss once more. "Can't have Tabby see me like this," Whitney said, holding her blouse together with her hands. "She's not like me - like I was I mean. She's kinda innocent." "I know," Hank said, the meaning of his daughter's words not escaping him. "Gonna be a long week being up here with you," Whitney said. "I mean that in a good way, you know? I've still got a lot of, let's say untapped energy inside of me." "I could tell," Hank chuckled. "Just remember that I'm an old man." "Couldn't tell that from the barn," Whitney said, smiling as she slipped into the house, her father behind her giving her plump rear a squeeze as they stepped into the darkened house. **** Hank closed this bedroom door and leaned back against the door, her back starting to remind him that he just did something that he hadn't done in quite a while. Jerking off didn't take nearly as much out of you, he mused as he undressed, leaving his slacks and briefs on the floor as he walked to the dresser mirror and looked at his reflection. "You still have it, you crazy old bastard," he said to his reflection, reaching down and giving his flaccid cock a pull, and that made the strong scent of his daughter's pussy rise up to him. "You were hoping for some sex this week," Hank said to the mirror, and then laughed when he realized that he had done a lot of talking to himself lately. He had been hoping for some kind of release, but hadn't expected it from his daughter, not after all these years. She was still a great piece of ass, even if she had put on a few pounds. Those tits were incredible, and seeing that furry triangle in the flesh sure wasn't the same as looking at the pictures. The pictures. Hank wondered if Whitney knew he still had them, or even if she remembered posing for them, he mused as he fished out the envelope from the dresser drawer. Faded and slightly yellowed from age, the dozen Polaroids from that summer of 1978 were a wonderful reminder of that crazy time. The Whitney in the pictures was thirty years younger and probably 20 or 30 pounds lighter, and her tits were more like footballs instead of the colossal melons she was sporting now. The hair on her pussy had been thicker back then, much like the hair on his own head had been. Hank chuckled at the photo of Whitney posing like Marilyn Monroe, and seeing her flaunting the wild sprays of flaming red hair that filled her armpits back in those days made his drooping dick twitch a bit. Crazy Whitney. Hank's eyes went to the bottle of blue pills on the dresser, and was proud that he hadn't even needed them tonight. Then again, he wasn't planning on having his daughter ambush him like that. It had been a delightful surprise, that it was. No, Hank's hopes had been centered on the room next to his, and it had been funny when Whitney mentioned looking through the peep hole to watch her parents fuck. "I saw you and you saw us," Hank mumbled as he went over to the viewing portal where he had watched his daughter countless times, and while he was assuming that Tabby was asleep by now, he wanted to give a peek into the room for old times sake. "** Hank was surprised to see the light on and his granddaughter still awake, reading as she lay on her stomach with the book beneath her. She still had the blue t-shirt on that she wore all day, but had shed her jeans and was wearing only panties below the waist. Tabitha, or Tabby as she liked to be called, sure had her mother's features, which came from his late wife's side of the family. Tabby had the flaming red hair, the green eyes and the pale skin of her mother, even though she surely hadn't inherited her Mom's tits. "Who knows where those whoppers of Whitney's came from?" Hank mumbled, glancing down at the small man boobs he had acquired in his old age, before looking back in the room. Tabby looked more like her Grandma did in that area, since his late wife was small breasted as well. Ellie hadn't been 32A small though, Hank mused, as he recalled rummaging through Tabby's things while she was in the bathroom, looking at the tag on her bra along with examining other personal items to get better acquainted with his granddaughter. The bra had been padded too, Hank recalled as he shook his head at his perverted side which was now in full effect. Tabby even had freckles on her thighs, the pale skin showing them off brightly, and while the short sleeves of her t-shirt hid most of her freckled arms, Hank remember that Tabby had a galaxy of freckles on her shoulders and back the last time he had seen her. As he watched his granddaughter reading, unaware she was being observed, Hank thought back to the conversation with Whitney out in the barn just before they reprised their carnal activities of the past. Whitney had mentioned that he had broken off their intimate relationship after the summer of 1978, and while she was right when she said that he had stopped the incestuous liaisons because he felt guilty, that wasn't the real reason. He had been busted. His wife Ellie knew him like a book, and once night she let him know that he had had his fun, and like all good things, this illicit relationship with his daughter was coming to an end. "Enough," Ellie had said, and the fact that she had his scrotum in her hand at the time was not the only reason he had listened carefully. "I know you're fucking Whitney. Can't say as I blame you, the way she struts around flaunting her stuff, because you're a man with as much lust as a whole battalion, but enough is enough. I don't know what she's got that I don't, besides a big bosom, but there's nothing she'll give you that you can't get from me." "Really?" Hank recalled saying, because that wasn't true since Whitney was offering something that his wife had always shied away from, until then. "You don't mean..." Ellie had said, shuddering visibly. "You've been putting that thing up Whitney's ass?" Hank had nodded, and then mentioned that Whitney had no problem in doing something to him when he was having difficulty getting it up again after a few times. It had been something that a hooker had done to him when he was in the service, and when Hank had suggested it years ago Ellen had refused, saying the thought of putting her tongue "Down there" made her ill. But that was then and this was now. "Shows how much I love you," Ellie had said, and after Hank had promised he would stop having sex with his daughter, they were in agreement. Hank had broken it off and never strayed again, and while Ellen didn't have much on top, and couldn't suck cock like Whitney, he loved her and she loved him so they made it work. Now Ellie was gone, and Hank was hoping that Ellie wasn't looking down on him from the great beyond because if she was, she would be pissed, as much for leering at his granddaughter as for screwing Whitney. After all, Tabby wasn't a little hottie walking around half-naked trying to inflame him, but a little bookworm who was as timid as they come. Tabby wasn't even all that pretty, Hank tried to reason. Her body lacked the curves her mother or even her grandmother had. Tabby had large teeth, her chin wasn't very prominent and when it came right down to it, in comparison the poor child was a bit behind in terms of her development While Hank knew Tabby would end up to be a little knockout once she got past this awkward stage, there was nothing about the young lady that would turn heads. Family Tradition "So why are so standing at a peephole pulling on your pecker?" Hank asked himself. "Standing here hoping she's gonna get naked or something? Sick fuck." Stand he did, and even though his back was sore and he was dying to lay down, Hank stayed where he was, and a half hour later he was rewarded. "That's it Tabby," Hank said as Tabby climbed off of the bed and stretched. "Oh nice... you've got a nice hairy pussy too. Just like your Mom." Probably not exactly like that, Hank knew, but her could see the outline of her bush pressing against the white cotton panties and there was a little hair peeking out the sides of her undies, the hair so red that it looked fluorescent against her china white skin. "Turn around," Hank whispered as Tabby pulled her t-shirt over her head, and as the skinny teen stood there in her undies Hank tried to send her a telepathic message to take off her bra. Tabby did, but first Hank watched his granddaughter reach under the cups and pulled something out. While he strained to see what it was that she was setting on the dresser, Tabby reached back to unhooked the harness and then set it down while reaching over to grab a tank top with a cartoon kitty on it. "Oh Tabby," Hank sighed as he looked at his granddaughter's tiny breasts, his eyes darting back and forth between the two foam cones on the dresser that had filled the cups of her bra and then back to Tabby's little buds with nipples not much bigger than his own. Tabby was 18 - almost nineteen - but Hank couldn't tell it by looking at her boyish figure in the minute it took for her to pull her night shirt on. Only a minute, but it was long enough. Hank groaned as he came, semen drooling out of his cock even though he had not even gotten fully erect, and while the little puddle of cum was a shadow of his earlier ejaculation which had had filled Whitney's mouth to overflowing, the sensation was still great. Hank leaned against the wall, spent in every way, and when he looked into the peephole again the room was dark. He cleaned up the mess he had made, wiping the semen off the floor with a tissue, and climbed into bed. He was exhausted physically but still mentally and emotionally aroused enough so that he wouldn't drop off for another hour. That hour was spent thinking about the evening, but to his disgust, he realized that the bulk of the time had been spent picturing his waif-ish granddaughter instead of the debauchery in the barn with his daughter. *** The second night... "You're an early bird," Hank said to Tabby when he saw his granddaughter in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. "Thought you guys were going to sleep all day," Tabby said, pushing her glasses back up her nose as she looked through the cupboard for something elusive. "It's almost 9." "So it is," Hank said. "Some farmer I am. Looking for something in particular?" "Cinnamon," Tabby responded as her grandfather came up next to her. Hank loved the blouse Tabby was wearing, a yellow tank-top that showcased the galaxy of freckles the teenager had on her shoulders and upper arms. As Tabby reached up Hank inhaled the subtle aromas of his granddaughter, noticing that unfortunately Tabby was wearing a bra under the top. Too bad, Hank mused. He wanted to reach under Tabby's blouse, get up under her bra and pull out those falsies so he could watch her little titties bounce around freely. "Sometime spices get knocked around to the back," Hank informed her. "I'm not much good at organizing in the kitchen." "Oregano," Tabby said as she pulled out a small jar, and when she reached further back Hank's eyes took in the muscles in his granddaughter's arm moving under the freckled skin, and as he leaned over a little he gazed into the deep hollow of Tabby underarm which was inches from his face. Sweet, Hank mused as her looked at the creamy whiteness of her exposed armpit. Unlike her mother's when she was her age, Tabby's underarms were smooth with not even the faintest hint of peach fuzz visible. Hank yearned to lean a little forward and slide his tongue under her arm to see how soft that sensitive skin was, but then noticed that Tabby was aware of his staring and quickly lowered her arm. "Found it," Tabby said, her cheeks flushed, and Hank was a little embarrassed himself at being caught in full predator mode so he stepped aside and let Tabby prepare breakfast. "Morning Dad!" Whitney chirped as she joined the family, and after they ate breakfast and cleared the table Tabby went to the bathroom. "Um," Whitney said as she groped her father though his slacks as he stood near the sink. "This big boy gonna do me again tonight?" "Don't worry Dad, Tabby takes forever in there," Whitney said as she knelt on the linoleum and pulled her father's zipper down. "We'll hear the toilet flush. Ah, there you are." Whitney pulled the long flaccid hose out of the fly of the trousers and licked around under the long foreskin while looking up at her father. "Nice," Hank said as he watched his daughter retract the hood and nibble on the bulbous head of his organ. "Can I ask you a question babe?" "Sure," Whitney said, flicking her tongue at the tip of the crown. "How come Tabitha wears falsies?" "How do you know that?" "I can tell," Hank lied. "I've been looking at breasts all my life." "I don't know. Maybe she's self-conscious about being small," Whitney said while stretching her father's cock out as far as she could. "Small breasts aren't anything to be ashamed of," Hank said. "Her grandmother was small up top too. Don't know what happened with you." "Maybe tits skip a generation," Whitney suggested before sliding her lips as far as she could down the rubbery cock. "You're getting hard Dad," Whitney said. "And I'll bet you were peeking at Tabby through the peephole, weren't you? "What? I mean, she's cute and all but..." "She's not ready for you Dad," Whitney said, her hands sliding up and down what was nearly a full blown erection. "My pussy is still aching." "I wasn't thinking any such thing," Hank lied, and then the toilet flushed from down the hall, causing Whitney to get up quickly. "Better put that away," Whitney said, and chuckled when she watched her father trying to squeeze his erection back into his trousers, making it just before Tabby emerged. "Got some things to do out back," Hank said, trying to shield the sight of the tent his cock was making in his baggy trousers as he waddled out the back door. *** "That fucking cocksucker!" Whitney yelled as she threw her cell phone into the couch across the living room before getting up and storming down the hall. The outburst was typical Whitney, Hank thought as he watched his fiery daughter, and after she calmed down Whitney explained what had tripped her trigger. She said her husband Mike had hurt his back and she was needed home. "I'll get him a health aide or something," Whitney promised her father. "I'm not going to nursemaid him when all this canning needs doing here." "It will still be here when you two get back," Hank said. "I'm leaving Tabitha," Whitney said. "She's gotten pretty good as canning." "Maybe you should ask her first." "She knows and she's fine with it," Whitney said, motioning toward the kitchen where Tabby was busy cooking, and then ushered her father down the hall. "Dad..." "I know what you're going to say," Hank said. "After last night, I wouldn't be able to even if I wanted to." "Bullshit," Whitney said. "Bullshit both to you not being able to and to you not wanting to." "Honey..." "Tell me you didn't look through the peephole at her after we came inside last night," Whitney said. "Look me in the eye and say you didn't." "Thought so," Whitney said after her father shrugged his shoulders. "Just remember Dad, she's not like me at her age. She's very innocent and well - you let your conscience be your guide." "Oh brother," Hank sighed as Whitney went to get her pocketbook out of the bedroom. "The track record on that isn't too good." *** "Tabby, don't tell your mother, but you're an even better cook than she is," Hank told his granddaughter who was rinsing off dishes in the sink after dinner. "And she's darn good." "Thanks Grandpa," Tabby said as Hank bent down to kiss the top of her curly red locks while giving her bare arms a gentle squeeze. So tiny, Hank thought as he looked at Tabby's pale skinny limbs, with biceps so petite he could have encircled them with his thumbs and index fingers, and as he felt his urges rising he backed away, determined not to do what his twisted mind was suggesting he do. "Guess I'll read a little and then turn in," Hank said after they watched a little TV together and he discovered that he was spending more time looking at Tabby curled up in the corner of the couch that he had watching Cheers. "Me too Grandpa," Tabby said, and Hank went down the hall and into his room. In his bedroom Hank stripped down to his boxer shorts and went back to the Richard Russo novel he had been working on for the last week, but his eyes kept going back to the peephole in the wall. "Just one little look," Hank told himself as he got up and went to the wall. "Good," Hank said as he saw Tabby was laying on the bed, already having changed into pink pajamas decorated with white sheep jumping over brown fences. "Nothing to see here so go back to bed." Sleep wouldn't come however, and having already taken a pill in hopes of getting in a little voyeur action, decided to check in on Tabby. The room however was dark. "Just as well," Hank said aloud, and after going to the dresser and taking out the old pictures of Whitney, tiptoed out to the kitchen for a nightcap or two. Hank brought the new bottle of Jack over to the kitchen table, the last of his stock. After making a mental note to stop at the liquor store next time he went to town, he poured a glass and started looking at the old pictures of his daughter. "If you were here right now," Hank mumbled to no one, and it was then that he saw that he wasn't alone. "Oh. Hi Tabby,' Hank said, turning the stack of pictures upside down when he saw his granddaughter standing in the kitchen doorway in her pajamas. "I - uh - couldn't sleep." "Me neither," Tabby said as she walked towards the kitchen table. "Can I have a drink?" "You don't have to ask, honey," Hank said and started to rise to get Tabby a glass, suddenly becoming aware that he was only wearing boxer shorts. "There's lemonade and ice tea, and I think..." "I meant that," Tabby said, pointing to the bottle of Jack Daniels, and when Hank started to hem and haw Tabby added, "I've had liquor before." "You have?" "Yeah. Don't tell Mom though, okay?" Tabby said, and then reached over and took her grandfather's glass and raised it to her lips to take a sip. "Usually have it with coke," Tabby said. "Can I sit down?" "Sure," Hank said while reaching over and pulling out the chair beside him, but Tabby took a couple of steps and then sat on his knee instead. "Just like old times," Tabby said as she perched herself on Hank's bony thigh. "But Tabby..." "Am I too heavy?" "No but..." "Didn't think so, because I only weigh 94 pounds," Tabby said as she reached over and took another sip. "No honey. What I meant was that you were a little girl back then," Hank explained. "You're a young woman now." "Mom said that you told her I was cute," Tabby said, ignoring what Hank had said, and as she spoke she reached over and ran her fingers through the silver hair on her grandfather's chest. "Like a cloud." "You are so cute honey, but..." Hank started to explain as his granddaughter raked her fingernails through his chest hair. "Want to know something, Grandpa?" Tabby asked. "Nothing happened to my Dad." "What?" "She only said that as an excuse to leave me alone with you," Tabby said. "Don't tell her I told you." "Your mother sometimes talks to much," Hank said after swallowing hard. "And mothers aren't always right you know." "Mom said you probably wanted to have sex with me," Tabby said as shyly as those words can be said, and then added, "Was she right about that?" "Grandpa?" Tabby said as she looked at her grandfather, whose face had gone ashen and was staring through Tabby in a state of shock. "It's okay - either way I mean. I know about you and Mom." Tabby remained perched on Hank's thigh while reaching over and taking the pictures off the table, while Hank sat there still frozen and looking nearly comatose. "Oh wow!" Tabby exclaimed as she looked at the pictures of her mother at her age. "Mom was so gorgeous. She still is but what a body she had! She even looks hot with hairy pits." "Tabby..." Hank said as he took the pictures from her and set them back down. "Do you want to take pictures like that of me?" "Of course not," Hank sputtered. "Oh," Tabby said, her voice crestfallen. "I understand. I'm not built anything like Mom." "It's not that Tabby," Hank said. "That was wrong of me then, and besides I don't even have that camera anymore. "Oh that's right," Tabby said abruptly while reaching up under her pajama top, and after a little contortion removed the pair of foam cones tucked her in bra. "Mom said you don't like them. I only use them because they make me look better in clothes." "I also wear them because I'm kinda self conscious about how little my titties are," Tabby said. "I guess you already saw them through the peephole, huh? Boys like girls with big boobies - like Mom's." "I'm not a boy," Hank said, stunned that not only was Tabby aware of the relationship he had with Whitney, but was also aware of the peephole. "I know. The older guys I've been with didn't mind them being so little at all, but the boy my age that I was with used to make me keep my top on when we had sex because he said my titties were so small he couldn't stay hard." "The men - the boy - you mean you're not a virgin?" Hank asked. "Are you mad? Don't tell Mom any of this. She knows I'm not a virgin, but has no idea about how long it's been. It's been like forever," Tabby explained. "I only had sex with those three guys though." "I don't - don't know what to say." "You think I'm a pig, dontcha?" Tabby asked. "Three's not many for somebody my age these days." "I know," Hank said. "You were with a older man?" "Two of them," Tabby said. "Teachers of mine. You want to hear about them?" "Yes," Hank said in a guilty voice as he put his hand on Tabby's back. "My first time was like ages ago," Tabby explained. "My Sunday School teacher. he was about your age I think, and he used to have me stay after class and clap the erasers on the church wall to clean them. Then one day he saw that I had chalk dust on my clothes and started brushing me off. The next thing I knew..." "Your mother. Did she know?" "Omigod no!" Tabby said. "She would have freaked back then." "The other man?" Hank asked. "Mr. Gordon, my science teacher," Tabby continued. "My senior year, some of my friends in class gave me a cupcake on my 18th birthday, and Mr. Gordon asked what the occasion was. I told him, and he said that I was such a good student I deserved a better party than that." "He gave you a party?" Hank asked, and Tabby sort of nodded and shrugged her shoulders. "He took me to Mickey D's and afterwards we did it in the cemetery. Right on some lady's plot whose name was Elizabeth Reed. I guess there was a song about another woman with that name someplace else, and it turned him on to do it there. I guess he had taken a lot of girls to that place over the years, but I didn't know that until later. It was awesome because I had a crush on him. He looked a lot like Robert Redford. Anyway, we kept doing it right up to when I graduated." "Sounds like you enjoyed this man." "Oh yeah. He was better than my Sunday School teacher was, and way better than the guy I went steady with last spring," Tabby declared. "I should have dumped that kid right away after he told me that I had to leave my bra on when we had sex. Mr. Gordon didn't mind that I have little titties. He even brought me home to meet his wife." "He did?" Hank said, wiping his brow with the back of his right hand while stroking the sheep on the back of Tabby's pajamas. "That must have been awkward." "At first," Tabby admitted. "But after I found out that he wasn't really bringing me home for dinner it was okay." "You mean your teacher and his wife - they..." "Yeah, and it was awesome," Tabby said. "Mrs. Gordon is a tiny Japanese woman with titties almost as small as mine, and she was so nice to me." You - you were with another couple?" Hank said as he looked at his granddaughter in a whole new way. "Grossed out?" Tabby asked, and when her grandfather shook his head no she smiled. "So if you were planning on making a run at me," Tabby said, her eyes never leaving her grandfather's as her hand moved down the row of buttons on her pajama top. "I won't stop you - unless you want me to pretend to fight you off. Would that make you horny - to pretend you're forcing me to do it?" Hank shook his head and downed the rest of his drink as Tabitha let the top fall off her skinny shoulders, leaving him to stare at the collapsed cups of Tabby's bra, nearly empty after the falsies had come out, and then Tabby unhooked the bra and pulled it off. "Ta-da," Tabby said as her grandfather started at the little cones that thrust out proudly. "Well - say something please Grandpa," Tabby said after a pregnant pause as she started to feel embarrassed at her grandfather's lack of reaction. "You're so pretty honey," Hank managed to say as he kept leering at granddaughter's breasts while Tabby's hand reached down to his boxer shorts. "Your breasts are perfect." "Holy shit," Tabby mumbled after her hand finally found her grandfather's cock, which was erect and pinned between the inside of his leg and the boxers, and unable to squeeze her hand in or the cock out, rubbed the massive bulge from the outside. "Mom wasn't kidding. She said you had a gigantic cock. Wanna see it." Tabby climbed of her grandfather's knee and knelt before him, while Hank sat there motionless. "Please Grandpa?" Tabby said, and Hank slowly stood up, feeling naked even though he had his boxer shorts still on, but then Tabby had her hands on the elastic waistband and was coaxing them down. Hank watched his granddaughter's face as she inched the shorts down so slowly that they took forever to go down, her eyes wide behind her glasses and her teeth biting into her lower lip. Down the elastic came, and now the silver bush of pubic hair was revealed, followed by the brown stump of his cock. The outrageous thickness of the base of his manhood made Tabby gasp, but she continued to pull the shorts down, exposing the shaft with the fat vein winding down the lower half of his organ. The outline of the head of his cock came into Tabby's view, visible through the foreskin, and then the cock was freed. Tabby jumped back as the monolith swayed upward, nearly hitting her in the face as it bobed briefly before pointing right at her. "Oh shit Grandpa," Tabby said as she slid the boxers down her grandfather's bony legs, her eyes never leaving the massive organ and the meaty ball sac that dangled low between his thighs. Tabby pulled the shorts down to her grandfather's ankles and then leaned forward, reaching her tongue out and licking the tip of the glans still shielded by his long foreskin. Hank shuddered as the tip of his cock felt the pebbly tongue, his member jerking upward in response. Tabby's right hand grabbed the base of the shaft and her left came up next to it, causing the girl to giggle nervously when she saw how much of his manhood was still exposed beyond her grip. Family Tradition "Need more hands," Tabby said with a nervous giggle while coaxing the foreskin down, exposing the bell-shaped glans which was lighter in hue than the hood. "You put this in Mom's ass?" "She told you a lot, didn't she?" Hank asked as he looked down at the pale little fingers gripping the dusky shaft. "Yeah," Tabby said, licking the opening the the cock. "Do you want to do that to me?" "Up to you honey," Hank said. "Don't think I want to," Tabby said, lifting Hank's cock upright and examing the veiny underside and the scrotum. "Kind of scary." "Did you ever do that - with the other men? Let them put it in your bottom?" "Once," Tabby admitted. "Mr. Gordon did it once. It hurt. I'll do anything else you want me to though." "You will?" Hank asked and Tabby nodded. "Mom told me all the stuff you like," Tabby confessed. "Never did some of it, but I'll try just about anything. Just tell me what you want me to do." "Put my cock in your mouth, Tabby," Hank said, and then Tabby's mouth opened wide and her lips slid down the head of her grandfather's cock. "Sorry," Tabby said, pulling her face back when her teeth grazed the ridge of the knob. "It's okay honey," Hank said, guiding Tabby's face back, and this time when her lips went down she did better. "That's it. Suck that cock for Grandpa. That's good. Hank ran his hands through Tabby's hair as she tried to take more than the glans into her mouth, her facial contortions showing how hard she was trying as her fists squeezed and pumped the shaft. She sheepishly looked up at him for approval, and Hank nodded as he kept stroking Tabby's hair. "That's good baby," Hank sighed as Tabby forced her mouth further down the shaft, and he noticed that Tabby had taken one of her hands from his cock and had slid it under the elastic of her pajama bottoms. "Are you playing with yourself, honey?" "Yes," Tabby said after taking her grandfather's cock out of her mouth and nodding while both hands kept working, with her left jacking his cock while fingering herself with the right. "I'm so turned on." "Me too Tabby. Stand up and take your pajamas down for me," Hank heard himself saying. "Let me see how beautiful you are down there." Tabby got to her feet and slid the sheep pajama bottoms down and kicked them off, exposing her pale and slender legs, which were shapely and smooth, but her grandfather's eyes went quickly to the lush red bush that surrounded his granddaughter's sex. "I'm kinda hairy, huh?" Tabby giggled nervously as she ran her hand through the dense bush which wasn't has large as her mother's but looked thicker. "Mom says you like that. I'm wet too. Want to see how wet I am Grandpa?" "Yes honey," Hank sighed, and when his fingers touched the hair - hair that was soft beyond belief - he hissed as he sucked in air through his teeth, and when he put his finger at the opening he found out Tabby was right. "You are wet honey. Very wet." "Ooh!" Tabby moaned, her thighs quivering when she felt her grandfather's long bony finger enter her womanhood, and his hand went to her hip when he thought Tabby's knees would buckle as he pushed it in a bit. "You're so tight, Tabby," Hank said as he eased his digit in a bit and felt the vice-like orifice crushing his finger, and although the only virgin he had ever had was his late wife long ago, Hank remembered that even her pussy wasn't this tough to get into. Hank kept easing her finger into Tabby while he leaned forward and licked Tabby's pebbled nipple with his tongue. That had Tabby lean closer to him, so then Hank opened his mouth and took nearly her entire breast into his mouth, greedily sucking on the bud while Tabby's body quivered in response. "Oooooh!" Tabby groaned as her grandfather nursed at her teats like a child. "You really like my little titties, don't you?" "They're incredible," Hank mumbled as he went over to the other breast and sucked on that one the same way. As he sucked on Tabby's breasts, his finger began sliding in easier, and soon he had the whole digit in Tabby, who squirmed in response. "Another one Grandpa," Tabby groaned, and when Hank took his mouth of his granddaughter and look up at her, she said, "Another finger Grandpa, please! Put another finger in my pussy." Hank felt guilty enough as it was, but the idea of trying to force another finger into the cramped orifice made him queasy. Tabby was insistent though, so he pulled his index finger all the way out and then pushed it back in, this time accompanied by the middle finger. Hank didn't have to push his fingers in this time because Tabby was lowering herself into his hand. It was as if Tabby was his puppet, the way she was almost dancing on his fingers, and she was almost in some kind of trance, swaying and jerking around while bracing herself with her hands on Hank's shoulders. "Fuck!" Tabby screamed. "Can't believe - Grandpa - don't care - put your whole hand in my cunt - fuck!" Hank watched as Tabby came right there in the middle of the kitchen, and his fingers were crushed as she had what seemed to be a hell of an orgasm while she fell into him. Then his fingers were practically forced out of Tabby's pussy as Tabby squirted, the fluid gushing out over his fingers and down his hand and wrist on the way to the floor. "Fuck me Grandpa," Tabby squealed as she tried to sit on his lap right there, the insides of her thighs wet as she attempted to climb on. "Fuck me please." "Not here honey," Hank said, afraid that the old kitchen chair would never withstand something like that, so he gathered Tabby up in his arms and carried her down the hall and into his bedroom, nearly tripping over his boxer shorts that were still down around his ankles. Hank caught a glimpse of them in the mirror at the end of the hall, and it certainly wasn't a Hallmark moment by any stretch of the imagination. An old predator almost running down the hallway as naked as the day he was born, with his erection swaying in front of him while carrying a skinny teenage girl over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, both of them desperate to get to the bed - any bed - as fast as possible. After he made the turn he almost tossed little Tabby on the bed and was on top of her in a second, spreading those skinny legs and bringing the head of his cock into the furry opening. In a saner time Hank would have eaten that sweet pussy first, making the moment last, but this wasn't anything close to a sane time, and Hank sensed that Tabby wouldn't have wanted to wait any longer either. Tight, but not as tight as it had been for his finger, and once Hank started sliding his cock into that tight orifice he kept pushing while Tabby screamed and clawed at his back. He was like an animal, and the woman/child underneath him was no less feral. She took every inch of his cock and would thrust her hips into him each time while her legs kicked in the air at her grandfather's sides. It took all of Hank's willpower to keep from cumming when Tabby did first, as the combination of her pussy contracting even tighter, along with her scream that made him glad that neighbors were not close, had him on the edge. The second time Tabby came, Hank was already staring to cum himself, but he kept on thrusting while Tabby yelped with delight as his seed filled her womb. "I love you I love you I love you Grandpa!" Tabby chirped as she smothered him with kisses while he stayed suspended above her until his arms began to ache. "I love you too baby," Hank sighed, bending down and kissing her before he rolled over beside his granddaughter and stared at the ceiling. "Was I as good as Mom was?" Tabby said, and then apologized. "Sorry. Shouldn't have asked that." "You were incredible," Hank said. "I never had a better half hour in my life than the last one. Did I hurt you? Sometimes I - I can't..." "I know you like it rough Grandpa. It hurt a little but it felt so good inside me it was worth it," Tabby said as she leaned over and lifted the dead dick from her grandfather's hip before running her tongue around the tip of the shrouded glans. "Do you think we can..." "Tonight?" Hank said. "I don't think so. As beautiful as you are, I think I'm done for the night. Part of me is willing but the rest of isn't used to it." "No, I meant tomorrow night, Grandpa," Tabby said. "I think I could manage to recover by then," Hank said as his granddaughter snuggled up next to him. *** Early in the morning... The clock on the night stand read 2:11 when Hank woke up, and it took a minute for him to remember where he was and why there was a slender little waif resting beside him, arms and legs akimbo. He had actually done it, Hank thought to himself. Defiling your daughter wasn't enough, so for an encore you have to go and have sex with your granddaughter decades later, and this time it wasn't like with Whitney. Tabby was the exact opposite of Whitney in every way. Not exactly the opposite, Hank reasoned, because after you got past that shy and timid facade and the boyish body, little Tabby was just as much an animal as her Mom had been. Maybe even more so, because when he thought back to what Tabby had done in the kitchen? Wow. She looked so different now, sound asleep beside him. Like an innocent angel, he mused as the soft moonlight coming through the blinds washed over the precious creature. The lush red triangle of fur between her legs still looked the same, except for the dried semen that had oozed out and was stuck on the hairs. His semen. Above the bush his eyes took in the prominent hips and the flat belly, and then further up, Tabby's tiny breasts, even more diminutive with her on her back, rose and fell with her breathing. So sexy, and while he knew they would grow bigger with time, there was something so sexy about Tabby's breasts that made him wish they would never change. Hank leaned over and ran his tongue around the perimeter of the quarter-sized aureola, the pebbles of his tongue swabbing the equally bumpy bud as the pea-sized nipple swelled. Hank heard a giggle, and realized that his playing wasn't going by unnoticed. "Did I wake you, honey?" Hank said. "I'm sorry." "I'm not," Tabby said as she stretched and put her hands back under the headboard. "Pretend I'm still asleep and I don't know what you're doing to me." "Don't know how interesting that would be for you." "I dunno. I heard some things about you." Whitney, Hank thought as he shook his head when imagining the conversations that must have taken place between mother and daughter. The stories Whitney could tell, and apparently did. "My eyes are closed," Tabby said, smiling in the moonlight, so Hank got up on his knees and went back to sucking on Tabby's titties gently, maneuvering himself down so his tongue could go right down to the timberline of her flaming bush before sliding all the way back up. Kneeling over Tabby, Hank's back ached but not enough to keep his tongue from working. He felt his cock dragging along behind him like a loose muffler through Tabby's bush and lower tummy, and wished he could turn back the years to a time when once wasn't the end but only the beginning. So sweet, Hank thought as his tongue went between Tabby's breasts and along her collarbone, and Tabby kept her eyes closed although her smile was now wider. Hank licked around Tabby's neck and up to her ear before sliding down and running his tongue across her skinny freckled shoulder on his way to the breast on the far side. Tabby's chest was rising faster now, and after Hanks suckled on Tabby's other breast he let his tongue glide over to her side and move upward. So soft and sweetly scented, Hank thought as his tongue moved slowly through Tabby's armpit, orally carressing the moist and satiny smooth hollow. In response, Tabby shuddered and gasped, causing Hank to stop. "Ticklish?" "No - don't you dare stop Grandpa," Tabby said with eyes still closed "You're making me wet again you know." "Maybe I'll make you even wetter then," Hank said before licking his way down between Tabby's legs. "That okay?" "Mmmm," Tabby sighed. "Very okay." *** Sunrise of the third day... Hank's kidneys, along with the sun beginning to peek through the curtains, told the senior citizen that it was time to get up, although after draining the lizard he planned to catch a few more winks after returning. Tabby. She wasn't still in bed, which meant that either she went to her own bed - and he couldn't blame her given the condition of the sheets - or she was up already. He started to grab a robe when he looked in the mirror and was reminded he was naked, but then thought the hell with it and waddled out to the hall. He had to chuckle when he saw himself in the mirror at the end of the hall on the way to the toilet and the Advil. Just another old coot with a dead dick swinging between his legs he figured, but then remembered that the thing had worked pretty damn well last night - and earlier that morning. Might be the last time, but that was a heck of a way to go out if that was true. Hank stopped at the corner of Tabby's room when he heard her talking. At first he thought she was talking to herself but then remembered that Tabby like everybody else in the world except him, had a cellphone, so he stopped and listened to one side of a phone call. *** The phone conversation... "You were so right Mom," Tabby gushed. "About everything. I'm so sore that I can't put my legs together, but it was incredible. Yes! Twice!" "Yeah!" Tabby continued after a few seconds. "And I don't think he was going to do anything at all if I did nothing but wait in my room. I finally had to go out to the kitchen last night. He was sitting at the table so I sat on his knee. He had been looking at those pictures of you - and you looked so awesome by the way." "No, really Mom. What a bitchin' body! Anyway, I sit on his lap and take out my bosom buddies. Put them on the table and then talked about how I wasn't a virgin anymore. I know the stories were getting him hot so I finally just unbuttoned my top and took off my bra." "Yes!" Tabby said after a pause. "And he loved them. You know, I'm not going to get implants after all if guys like my boobies like they are. He was going wild and that made me crazy too so I reached down and grabbed his cock. Almost fainted. I thought you were exaggerating - you do sometimes about stuff - but when I grabbed that thing I thought - hey, Grandpa won't be able to stuff that thing in my little pussy so I went down and started to suck on it. My jaws are still aching." So I'm sucking the best I can - you ever measure that thing Mom? He could be in porn with that salami. Anyway I'm fingering myself and Grandpa tells me to stand up. I dropped my bottoms and he started fingering me. It was so hot the way this was happening that I was squirting all over the freaking kitchen within a minute." "Yes!" Tabby giggled. "I was trying to sit on his lap right there in the kitchen I was so crazy - I mean, my pussy is gushing all over like a broken fire hydrant and I'm trying to sit on Grandpa's boner, which by the way still gets as hard as blue steel." "Anyway, he says no, not here and picks me up and carries me out of the kitchen. Almost fell on the way, but it was so - I don't know. Romantic? Like when Richard Gere carried Debra Winger out of the plant in An Officer and a Gentlemen? He throws me on the bed and had his cock in me before I stopped bouncing." "What?" Tabby said after a moment. "Yeah it fucking hurt Mom, but I was so out of my mind that I didn't care. Besides, it stopped hurting pretty soon and man, he just about put me through the headboard. Tommy Russell is a third his age and Grandpa was ten times as energetic." "Twice - I came twice, and we came together the second time. Huh? He came in me. What? No, I think he's too old now for that anyway. You should see Grandpa's back - you probably will later in the week. I kinda got crazy and his back is all scratched up." Tabby continued as Hank shifted his weight to his other foot out in the hall while he idly pulled on his flaccid cock while listening to his granddaughter recounting the debauchery that had gone on earlier between them. He wished that he could hear the whole conversation, although Tabby was pretty much talking non-stop. "So we just talked for a while and then he fell asleep, and I guess I fell asleep too. I was wishing that I could get him hard and climb on him because he was so good that even though I was sore I wanted more." "I woke up in the middle of the night and Grandpa is nibbling on my titty. He's trying not to wake me but my boobies are so sensitive that I couldn't help it and started to giggle. He's like - sorry I woke you, and I'm like - I'm not, and I tell him to keep going." "Mom, Grandpa's tongue is just as good as his cock. I know you know. I'm just telling you, so I just let him go. He's licking me all over - yeah, there too, and that was insane. When he licked my armpits I thought I would cum right then and there, and then he went down on me." "I'm going crazy, having all these little orgasms and I'm staring at Grandpa's cock just hanging there and thinking - hey, maybe I'll give it a try. Mom was right about everything else, so I get him to straddle my face and we're doing the old 69. He thinks I want to suck his cock..." "Well, yeah I did," Tabby said after a moment of chatter at the other end of the conversation. "I wanted to get him hard for sure. His cock is easier to suck when it's hard. Soft it's like trying to swallow a snake, so I'm pulling and sucking while his balls are scrubbing my forehead. Even his nuts are enormous, especially that left one." "I know! Tried to suck it but couldn't get it in my mouth, but the right one I could," Tabby gushed. "So while he's eating my pussy I try and inch myself back, and then I'm licking his balls but didn't stop there. Mom knows best I figured so I licked my way up between his legs. Never did it before to a guy and I was kinda apprehensive, you know? What if it's nasty land?" "It wasn't though. A little musty but nothing I couldn't handle, and when my tongue got there - what? Yeah, Grandpa was surprised alright. He let out this sound that sounded like a sheep or something but I held onto his hips and stuck my tongue in, and after Grandpa figured out it wasn't an accident he leaned back a bit and made it easier for me." "No kidding," Tabby replied to something before continuing. "So I'm tossing Grandpa's salad and I know he's liking it. His balls are bouncing off my neck while he's giving me head to die for, so I bring my hands down from his hips and reach under to see how that big hunk of flesh is doing. What?" "Yes! Not real hard but almost there, so I grab his cock in both hands and start yanking on it. Wish there was a camera - I know but I didn't know where we were going to end up, and besides it wasn't real bright in his bedroom so it wouldn't have come out that well anyway. He's got that big beautiful erection going now and I'm wet so..." "No. Nothing like the first time," Tabby said. It was beautiful. The man is an artist. This time - I mean the first time we were both animals - but this time he was so gentle. Maybe he knew how much he tore me up that first time, because he slid that cock of his in me so slowly and it hardly hurt, and then he just kept going. Slow. So sweet." "I was - felt like crying the way he made love to me. Long and slow strokes. It seemed to take forever for him to sink those 9 - 10 - however many inches of cock he has - and it was like he was hardly moving as it went in and out. in and out. I came - don't know how many times. Little mini ones and one orgasm that almost had me passing out while I clawed at the headboard."