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Gramps' Legacy Ch. 01

By: julybear7



In the wake of a pair of tragedies, a young man makes a common promise to his grandfather, to take care of his grandmothers and mother; to do for them whatever the grandfather would have done, and is rewarded with an unusual legacy. It is a story about an incestuous family, with overtones of mind control, or could be seen as a mind control story with a large dose of incestuous sex. Not a lot of sex in this chapter, but it's coming (no pun intended). Votes and comments welcome. Enjoy. Jb7

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I was twelve when my dad died. He was 22 when I was born, just out of college. He went to work in his dad's business--multi-line insurance-- and had earned his CLU and broker's license by the time he was thirty. Gramps had given him a full partnership the year before, the first year he made the Million Dollar Club.

That same year, Gramps had taken out a $1M life insurance policy on him, naming the agency as the beneficiary, and insisted Dad take out one naming me and Mom. Both of them carried double indemnity clauses in case of accidental death.

Mom worked for Gramps, too, as the office manager. She held an agent's license so she could handle renewals on non-life policies, and accept premium payments or policy changes along with other related detail work. Her license probably wasn't strictly necessary, but Gramps insisted, just to be safe, he said. I don't think there was ever a problem, but it was useful and necessary after the accident.

My little sister, ten at the time, was going to camp for the summer and needed a couple of items from the out door store. Dad had driven her. On their way home from the mall, a speeding charter bus, full of tourists headed for the Falls, skidded through a red light, hitting them in the shotgun door. The police investigating the accident told us Judy probably died on impact.

Dad survived for a little over a week----long enough for us to get to see him while he was conscious. The last thing he said to me--"William Henry, (that told me what he was about to say was important. He only used my middle name when it was important or I had done something really bad) you are the man of the house now," he said, gripping my arm around my elbow. "You take care of your Mom. Whatever she needs, whatever she wants you to do, understand?" He gave my arm a squeeze, and it felt like he hit my funny bone--that feeling like an electric shock, you know.

With a lump in my throat, I nodded. "Say it," he said. "Tell me you understand; that you're going to do it for me."

"I understand, Dad. I'll take care of Mom. Whatever she needs or wants me to do--I'll take care of it."

"Good boy; good man," he said, gripping my hand. He closed his eyes then and went to sleep. Mom, Gramps and I stood around and waited a few minutes, then slowly left the room. I glanced back at Dad one last time as I went out the door. I saw him once more before he died. He was talking to Gramps, gripping his arm really hard. I heard him say, "When he's ready; promise me."

Gramps nodded, and repeated, "When he's ready."

I'm not sure how all that affects the story I'm about to tell you, but I thought you should know the situation which led up to my conversation with Gramps just before he passed on.

The next nine years just kind of slipped by, the way they tend to do. I did okay at school after adjusting to the loss. I didn't really need to study much; things just seemed to come easily to me.

Mom continued at the agency, handling all the walk-in business when all five agents, including Gramps, were out of the office. She even managed to sell a couple of life and medical policies each year, as well as several auto and home contracts. She also supervised the clerks and the receptionist.

Not that we needed the money. Under the conditions of the partnership agreement Gramps had written for Dad, Mom was entitled to half the proceeds from the company's insurance on Dad, in return for the share of the agency she inherited. Knowing how difficult it was going to be to replace him, she settled for $500K. Gramps wanted her to take all of what she had coming, but with the $2M from Dad's personal insurance and the $7.5M from the bus company, we didn't need any more.

I suppose we could have moved into a tonier neighborhood, but we both liked where we lived, so we stayed put, not even buying better cars or any of the other outward signs of wealth. Sometimes, Mom talked about changing jobs, or stopping work, but it was just talk--idle dreaming. The few times we went on a trip for a vacation, it was to go with Gramps, Gramma and Nana, Mom's mom.

On those trips, each of the adults made sure they spent at least one day alone with me, exploring whatever city or park we were visiting. Even in my later teen years, I never had the feeling that I was being handled, or that they were trying to hide something from me. 

When I was old enough, I went to work at the Agency, as a clerk; part time during the school year, and full time over the summers. That schedule continued until I turned twenty-one, my junior year in college; then I was old enough to get an agent's license. I think that year I must have set some kind of record. I averaged eight to nine policies a week, selling to senior college students, and even some of the faculty members. They weren't huge policies, five or ten grand each. Gramps, I think was impressed. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me, rubbing his arm where Dad had been gripping it.

Just before I graduated from college, Gramps had been diagnosed with the aggressive form of prostate cancer and was supposed to be taking it easy. One Friday, I was delivering my latest bunch of sales reports and applications. Gramps was in the office and said we needed to talk, privately, and asked me to follow him home. . I followed him and caught up to him in his study. 

Gram was there, and he asked her to make us some coffee. As she headed to the kitchen, he said to her, "Rose, I need to speak to the lad, man to man. Best if you're not here. And don't listen outside; we're going to be talking about you."

When she was gone, he turned to me and said, "Sit down, Will. What I have to say to you is important." I found a chair and sat down. "Do you remember the promise you made to your dad the last time you talked to him?"

"Yeah; I promised to look after Mom, doing whatever she needed or wanted me to do. Why?"

"Because I need you to renew and expand that promise for me. You need to include your grandmothers. Can you do that?" 

Puzzled, I nodded. "Sure, Gramps; that shouldn't be a problem."

He looked at me over t he top of his glasses. "Hmph," he snorted, "let me explain what I'm asking, and why." He poured himself a glass of sherry and held up the bottle, asking if I wanted some. I shook my head, and he sat down, looking into the fireplace.

"Back at the end of the Great Depression, in the late '30s, my Ma was working as a housemaid for a businessman named Ward and his family over in Georgetown. The wife was sickly, couldn't have children, and, from what Ma said, couldn't be much of a wife most of the time, either. Ma was a fairly attractive young woman, full of life and good humor, and caught the eye of the husband. That wasn't all she caught from him.

"When she told him she was pregnant, he was happy as a pig in shit, and told his wife. She wasn't as happy, but agreed to pay Ma's medical bills and keep her on until the child was born, then she'd adopt the child. It was a boy and they named him after his father's father--Lucas. 

"Ward made arrangements for Ma to go to work in one of his stores and kept seeing her. Six or seven months after Luke was born, she caught me. When the wife found out, she was more than a little pissed and made him sell his businesses and home, and they moved out West somewhere. They were gone before I was born. 

"During the war, Ma met and married a young Marine. He died on Guadalcanal, but his family took her in and helped support her, treating me just as if I was their true grandchild. 

"Ward had insisted on enlisting at the beginning of the war and made it into the Air Corps. During the war, Luke and his ma moved back to Georgetown to be close to her family. As it happened, they settled on the same block as me and Ma. Luke and I were close enough in age that we became good friends without knowing our true relationship. 

"His ma was kind of cool toward me when she learned who Ma was, but accepted the situation as some kind of weird fate, and even had us over for a picnic a few times. Ward stayed in the service after the war and saw some action in Korea. He wasn't home much, and I never really met him. He did get home for Luke's eighteenth birthday, but his flight back to Hawaii disappeared in a storm they had tried to fly over." 

Gramps stopped and looked at me. "Have you guessed who Luke was?" he asked.

"Mom's dad was named Luke. Is that..."

"That's right. We didn't find out we were brothers until...well, until your ma was pregnant with you. Luke went off to college and got married to a girl still in high school. I went into my step-grand dad's insurance business and married Rose, who was a clerk there.

"Luke came home and went into business. We picked up as if there hadn't been any time apart. The girls became good friends, and we all became like family. Luke seemed to be a natural salesman, able to sell anything to anyone. It was the '60s and sex was in the air. He convinced the girls to try swapping one weekend, and it soon became a regular occurrence, but never outside the four of us.

"Pretty soon, Rose wanted to start a family. I couldn't. A teenage case of mumps...She had noticed how much Luke and I resembled each other, and on one of our swapping dates, which she had planned with Bess to fall during her mid cycle week, she left her diaphragm in her dresser drawer. 

"As soon as she told me she was expecting, I knew what had happened, but kept quiet. I don't know if Bess ever caught on or not. When she saw little Dan, she wanted a baby, too, and pretty soon Connie was on her way."

"Whoa, Gramps! Are you telling me that Mom and Dad were half brother and sister? That makes me...something weird."

"It makes you just what you've always been, Will--the son of two people who loved each other very much. They never knew. Connie still doesn't, as far as I know. I've never said a word to her about Dan's parentage. And if you're as smart as I think you are..." He paused to cough, hawking up a large glob of phlegm. After spitting it out, he continued.

"When she was three or four, Luke developed lung cancer. He must have been 29 or 30. Several months after it was discovered, he and Bess came over to the house and told us it had spread to a bunch of places, none good. Then he took the girls hands in his and looked at me. 

"'Thad,' he said, 'in a few months I'll be gone. Bess and Rose are two of the loveliest women on this planet, and you are going to have to keep them both satisfied. I want you to promise me that you'll visit Bess at least once a week to fuck her, for as long as you are able to get it up. Is that okay with you, Bess? Rose?' My goddam jaw must have dropped into my shoe when they both nodded."

Then Gramps got up from his chair and walked over to me. He gripped my arm around my elbow, just like Dad had so many years ago. I felt that same shock, only this time it felt like someone had handed me a pair of bare wires which had been plugged into the wall. I yelped like a dog caught by a rocking chair.

Gramps grinned. "That's how I felt when Luke passed it on to me. That soreness will pass pretty quickly, but in a few minutes you might get a throbbing headache which will pretty quickly settle into just a dull ache which nothing can help. That'll last four or five hours, and you'll just have to tough through it; then tomorrow, you should feel like a million bucks, like you can do anything you can think of. And you probably could. I'll get back to that.

"After the girls agreed that I was to fuck Bess every week, he had them leave and passed the family legacy to me, just like I just did with you, with instructions I was to pass it to Dan when he was eighteen. 'I want my son to have it available when he goes to college,' he said, acknowledging for the first time that he knew about Dan. I nodded and promised that I would. He and Bess left a little after that. The next week he went into the hospital and died a few days later.

"Meanwhile, I was feeling like I could out wrestle the entire Notre Dame football team. For the next twelve years, I never had a sick day, cold, head ache or upset stomach. If I expressed a desire, or offered piece of advice to someone, it happened. If it was advice, it always worked out. People benefitted. 

"When Luke died, we learned that he had been involved in some shady dealing. He was in cahoots with some developers and used his ability from the legacy to get control of some public land to build low income housing, which turned into middle income housing by the time the projects were done. 

"In a similar vein, Dan had also used his abilities to convince several women here and in some other, nearby cities to go to work for him providing, uh, high priced escort services, if you get my drift."

"Dad was a pimp?" I blurted out.

"I guess that's as good a word as any. He kept it hidden and separate from everyone in the family. I found out after he died when several of the women approached me for money they claimed Dan owed them. He had transferred the legacy back to me to keep for you, so I was able to convince them to give me time to look into it. 

"At the same time, recognizing your mother's needs, he convinced her to count on me for her, uh, carnal needs."

"What the hell are you saying, Gramps? That you been shtupping Mom for the past ten years?" I sputtered, shock at what he had revealed choking my words; "and Nana Bess for..."

"Settle down, Will! What I've done; what the women have done; none of that matters now. What matters is what you're going to do; have to do. You have to be a better man than I've been; than your Dad, or his father. Each of us faced temptation, and sooner or later, succumbed to it. 

"I was able to resist until your Dad asked me to take care of your mother. Even when she was growing up, I thought she was the prettiest little girl I'd ever seen. There have been times, I'm sure you know, she wanted to move, get out of this town, get another job, another house, almost anything for a change, to get away from the memories. Using the legacy, I changed her mind, kept her here, for me. I also took over your Dad's escort business, and convinced the women to work for less money, while charging more for their, ah, ministrations.

"I'm sure those ladies will come to you, wanting to know if their arrangement with me will continue, with you controlling operations. Your grandmothers have already agreed to accept you as the source of their physical gratification, but your mom? I implanted the suggestion that she would find you sexually attractive, and could use your services if she needed to, but it was her decision whether or not to do so." 

Throughout this speech, Gramps had been coughing sporadically. When he started talking about letting Mom make her own decision, he began coughing so much, he could barely finish what he was saying.

When he seemed to have the coughing under control, I said, "Let me get this straight, Gramps. I'm expected to have sex with both Gramma Rose and Nana Bess, and possibly my mother, and manage a shady, at best, escort service. Is there anything else?" I'm afraid my tone was more than a little sarcastic. I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not.

He nodded, but before he could explain, he began coughing up blood. I shouted for Gramm and got Gramps to his bedroom. When Gramm saw him, she immediately turned to go call an ambulance. "Call Bess to come over," he called after her. He turned his eyes to me. "Go get your mom. I don't have much time left."

He knew I had driven us to work that morning and Mom didn't have a car available to her at the office. It was late afternoon, right at the beginning of what passed for a rush hour in our small city, so what had been a ten minute drive from the office to Gramps house was a fifteen minute drive going back. I pulled into the parking lot behind the office, and was a little surprised to see a car still there.

About three years earlier, Gramps had hired an agent that rubbed me the wrong way from day one. Harry was in his late forties, tall, about six-one, dark haired (dyed, I was willing to bet), and, I must admit, good looking, in a soft, rounded, sort of Italian, way. 

He had this way of walking on his toes, as if he were wearing high heels, which pushed his hips forward, emphasizing the seemingly perpetual lump in his pants. I guess he thought it was sexy. From the women's giggles and expressions whenever he left the common room, he was a long way from correct.

It was his car still in the lot. I let myself in the back door and headed for Mom's office. I was about halfway down the hall from it when I heard her say, "Take you hands off me!" There was a laugh, then she said, "What do you think you're doing? Let me go!"

By that time, I was at her office. She was bent over her desk, her back to the door, with Harry bent over her. She had hold of his hands, trying to keep them off her, but she didn't have the strength or leverage to get away from him. In three steps I was behind Harry, and let him have a closed fist, hammered right above the belt line, on each side of his back, as hard as I could.

He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away from Mom and dropped him so he lay on his back on the floor.

"What's going on?" I asked Mom.

"I...I...I don't know; nothing," she stammered. "He just walked in and surprised me," she added, lurching around her desk to sit down.

I walked to her, lifted her face to look in her eyes, and asked again, "Mom, what happened?"

Her eyes widened, as if in surprise, and then I saw her irises dilate and all the tension seemed to go out of her body. "He came in and grabbed me from behind, grabbing my breasts. He said it had been a long time since 'the old man' had been around, that he could take care of me." Then the tears started and she began to sob softly.

I nodded and kissed her lightly on the forehead, then walked back to Harry. He had caught his breath and was struggling to sit up. I put my foot on his chest and pushed. "Why don't you just stay there until I'm done with you?" I suggested.

He looked up at me, anger clouding his face, and his brain. "You little shit! If you hadn't caught me from behind, I'd wipe the floor with you..."

"Harry, you couldn't wipe your ass with a corn cob. You're lucky we don't call the cops to have you arrested for sexual assault, but you are fired because of sexual harassment."

"Go ahead; fire me," he laughed. "When I get done telling everyone how that slut was fucking her father here every night, this place will be out of business in a month. I know, 'cause I saw them."

Somehow,I resisted the urge to stomp his balls, and pushed the anger down. In an icy calm voice, I replied, "You repeat that slander, and you'll spend the next thirty-six months trying to protect your asshole from your fellow inmates. Connie and Thad may have been having sex, but there was nothing like incest involved. She's his son's widow; no relation." 

I reached down and grabbed him by the tie and lifted his upper torso so I could look him in the eye. "You never saw Connie and Thad having sex; you were attracted to her, got drunk and lost control of yourself." His irises dilated and I felt his body slump. I let go of his tie and he fell to floor. "Now, get up and get out of here. You can pick your shit up Monday when I'm here."


Gramps' Legacy Ch. 01



I pulled him to his feet and headed him out the door. I watched him stagger to the back door and leave. When I turned to Mom to tell her Gramps wanted to see her, the tears were flooding down her face.

"Oh, Will! Please don't hate me. It was something your father and Thad set up just before he died. He told me when I felt a need for sex, I should call Thad. Over the years, it became routine, where, once or twice a month, Thad would stop by after the office closed. Harry must have seen us some time."

"It's okay, Mom. It's none of my business, and certainly none of his; you don't owe anyone any explanations. You're an adult, free to have sex with whomever you want." She looked at me, shock and surprise on her face. Then she put her arms around my neck and pulled me into a full body hug. 

Thinking about what Gramps had said might happen, I became aware of her hips pressing into mine, of her breasts pushing into my chest. I put my hands on her hips, to push her away, but felt the nice rise of her ass cheeks under my fingers, and pulled her closer, waking up my 'Charlie.'

Mom must have felt the surge, too. She leaned back, pushing her hips tighter against me, and looked up at me, a sad, teary smile on her face, "Well, you're obviously your father's son. He's the only other man I ever met who got a hard-on from hugging a crying woman."

I blushed. "I'm sorry, Mom. It was something Gramps said...Damn! I almost forgot; he sent me to bring you back to his place. He was coughing up some blood and wanted to see you before he went to the hospital."

"Ohmigod! No! Let's hurry; you can tell me on the way."

I watched Mom drive away, taking her and Gramm to the hospital to see Gramps. As I turned away from the window, I heard a door open behind me and saw Nana Bess coming out of Gramps' room, looking sad. When she saw me watching her, she gave me a faint, shy smile.

I stood there, looking at her. For the first time it struck me how youthful she looked. I remembered celebrating her sixtieth birthday just a couple of years ago.

Nana was fairly tall for a woman at five-eight. And full figured. I wasn't much of a judge of bust lines then, but thinking back, she sported a full C-cup. She exercised regularly--not in a gym or some planned program, but working in the garden every day the weather allowed; keeping her house clean and neat as a pin, as they said then. In the winter, she kept her walk and driveway clean and clear, as well as helping some of her more elderly neighbors out. All the activity showed. I think the only spare fat on her body was what belonged under her nipples.

She moved to the couch and patted the seat next to her. "Come, sit with me, Billy," she said. I sat down, a few inches of space between us. She reached out and took my hand in both of hers.

"This must be a disturbing time for you." She spoke so softly, I had to listen hard. "Rose told me Thad explained about our special arrangement this afternoon. And I expect, because she is who she is, she thinks, by now, we're upstairs going at it like minks in heat.

"She never could understand why I was so uncomfortable when she came along with Thad. For her...it was like the line from that Dirty Harry movie—"It's all about the penetration." As long as she got her seven inches of dick, she was satisfied and thought everyone else should be, too.

"Don't misunderstand; I like sex and do need to feel a man inside of me now and then, but there are also times when all I need is to be held and cuddled, like now. I wouldn't feel right screwing with anybody, knowing Thad is...I'm 62 and I've only been with two men in my entire life. Until Thad is gone, I can't..."

"I understand, Nana. Neither could I, but I can cuddle, if that's okay." Through the tears starting down her cheeks, she smiled and moved into my arms as we sat there.

"By the way," she whispered, "Thad told me Connie doesn't know he and I have been lovers. He told me he's convinced her we just talk. They stay at the office after closing once or twice a month to 'conference,' as he put it. He told me he was sure Harry saw them once."

"Okay," I replied, mulling over what she said. "I guess I can keep it secret." I leaned down to kiss her cheek, but just before I got there, she turned and met my lips with hers. 

What was meant as a grandma's kiss soon became a whole lot more. She certainly wasn't shy about using her tongue to invite mine in to play, nor in moving my hand to her breast. It felt nice and firm and, even through the heavy bra she was wearing, I could feel her nipple rise and poke into my hand.

I slid my other hand down over her hip to her thigh and down the outside of her leg to the hem of her skirt. When I moved my hand to her knee, I felt her move it outward as she nodded and moaned her approval. I moved my hand to the inside of her thighs and slid it up toward her center.

She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms a round my neck. "Oh God, Billy, feel me! Use your fingers and make me come! Please! Oh god, it's been so long; do it, Billy. Put your fingers in me, please!"

I slipped my hand inside her panties and began stroking her labia, looking for her nubbin. When I found it, she immediately went stone cold rigid, then her hips started thrusting into my hand and it felt like she had peed herself. She let out a low guttural moan that must have been heard in Philadelphia, and then collapsed and fell across my lap.

In a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal, and she slid her hand under her face and began to stroke my cock with her fingers through my pants. "Oh dear; I can't leave you in this condition," she chuckled. She pulled down my zipper to reach in and find 'Charlie.' With a little difficulty, she pulled it through the fly of my jockeys. I didn't see her face, but there was a note of concern in her voice when she said, "Oh, my!"

I felt her mouth close on my glans and her tongue began to work on it like it was an ice cream cone, until she had it all slick and wet. Then she began bobbing her head up and down. When I felt my cock hitting the back of her throat, she slid off the couch to kneel between my knees, and bobbed her head some more, moving it around, and then, all of a sudden, her nose was up against my belly. 

I'd had blow jobs before, some by some really talented cock suckers, but no one had ever been able to get all of me in their mouth. Before I realized it, I was spurting cream down my grandma's throat like a fire hose. All I heard from her was a hum of satisfaction.

When I was done and my cock began to wilt, she pulled back, her tongue digging into the bottom of my dick, milking every drop of cum from it. She let it go with a pop, smiling. "I think we're going to have some good times, you and me," she said and pulled my face down for a kiss. 

Just then the headlights of a car pulling into the driveway swept across the windows. We straightened our clothes and sat on the couch, grinning like the proverbial cat and waited for Mom and Gramm to come in.

On the way home, Mom released her seat belt and cuddled up next to me, her feet tucked under her. "Don't hit anything, she said, as she rested her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and pulled her in tighter. "I'm afraid Thad isn't going to make it," she said, tears in her voice. I didn't answer except to hold her tighter. We drove the rest of the way in silence.

That night, I'm not sure if it was a real strange dream, a nightmare, or some kind of vision. I was naked, on stage in the middle of an amphitheater filled with men and women of all ages, from all ages. They were all shouting, not necessarily at 'me,' but at what I represented; at least, that was the feeling I got. 

After what seemed like an eternity, someone began banging a gavel and calling for silence. Almost immediately, the crowd quieted down. I looked around to see who had caused the change and found myself looking at a much younger version of Gramps. I knew immediately it had to be his brother Lucas. 

"Grampa Luke?" I asked.

"No, youngster, not 'your' grandpa. I'm his grandpa's grandpa, Hans von der Hagen. I was the tenth in our family line to inherit the Legacy of mental control of the people and objects in our environs. You have been fortunate enough to experience some of these talents while still quite young. Normally, the legacy is passed from father to oldest son on the son's majority, usually his twenty-first birthday, although that is not a hard and fast rule. Some of it was passed to you by your father when he moved on. The remainder was recently given to you by your great uncle, Thaddeus.

"Your particular legacy has had a rather rocky history for the past few generations. There are not many conditions attached to the abilities it brings. The ultimate source of the power, however, had an understanding of human nature, and tied the legatees' life spans to how they used their powers--the more good they accomplished, the longer they lived; harmful acts accomplished using the powers, as you might expect, shortened that time, sometimes dramatically, sometimes in ways rather unimpressive. It all depended on how the person used the powers. 

"The major condition is that, while the powers can be used in the defense of self or others, they may not be used otherwise to terminate human life, except as an act against the enemy in a declared war. Attempting to do so will result in the immediate obliteration of the legatee, even if they have not passed on their legacy."

"There are others..."

"Yes, the legacy was originally given to the six children of a man who had rescued a wizard from death. Three of the lines have been ended. The other two stem from the man's daughters, and are passed from mother to daughter. Perhaps you will meet them, but probably not. Only once has it happened, and then the legatees were on opposite sides in a war. It was not a happy meeting.

"One piece of advice can I give you, Legatee--use your gifts wisely to benefit others before yourself. Do this and you will prosper. Follow in your family's footsteps and you will suffer their fates."

I started to ask about my family when the scene dissolved and I woke up, kneeling on the bed. "What the fuck was that?" I wondered, lying down.

Unfortunately, Gramps didn't make it back home, and, a week later, he succumbed to the cancer. The family had a brief private viewing before the public one. Mom was next to me, and heard me say, as I took Gramps' hand in mine, "I promise, Gramps." As I turned and walked away from the casket, I heard her say, "I wonder what promise he meant."

I turned around and looked at her, kneeling by the casket. I could see her profile, and her lips were still, but I could hear her prayers for Gramps as clearly as if she was saying them into my ears. I remembered the dream and what my ancestor had said--'mental control of the people and objects in our environs.' I wondered if that included reading minds. I looked at Nana and tried to read her mind.

"Oh, Christ! I really don't want to be here tonight, but I guess I have to, for Rose. She is a pill sometimes, but her heart is in the right place. How long does this thing last? Why is Will looking at me like that?" I caught her eye and ran my tongue around my lips, like I was licking a pussy. "Ooh, that little shit! I can't wait to get him alone again. Oh, shit! I'm getting wet. At my age? That little mother fucker. Hmm, I wonder if he will. That'd be a nice threesome. Me, my daughter and grandson." Then she stood up and stuck her tongue out at me and headed off toward the restrooms.

"What was that all about?" My mother's voice in my ear made me jump.

"Huh? What?" I stammered.

"You and Nana, and her sticking her tongue out at you?"

"Oh, nothing; just some harmless gramma-grandson type of flirting." 

"Harmless, huh? If you say so. What did you mean when you said 'I promise, Gramps?'"

I sort of stammered a bit, but finally got out, "He reminded me of the promise I made to Dad, to always take care of you, to do what ever you wanted or needed me to do, and asked me to increase that to include Gramma Rose and Nana Bess. He asked me to do for them and you everything he would have done."

"Everything?" she asked, with a curious smile. "Did he explain what that meant?"

"Yeah, he was pretty explicit about what it meant for Gramm and Nana. Pretty much provide them with physical and emotional support and said he had already told them I would be available for them. He said he had spoken to you, and that when and how you called on me was up to you."

"For 'everything' he did. How do you feel about that?" She looked at me closely, moving so her breast rested against my arm.

"I realize this isn't quite the proper place, but the best way to answer that is to simply offer to show you." I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

Mom smiled at that and leaned up to lightly kiss me. "Soon, I think. Not tonight, but soon." Just then the funeral director came up and asked permission to open the doors and let the people who had been waiting come in. She nodded to him, then looked at me and said "Rose could probably use some support from you right now. Go and just stand with her."

It had been an early evening, after dinner affair, and went on for a couple of hours. When the last guest had paid their respects, I drove every one home. Nana Bess was staying with Gramma Rose for a bit, so I walked them to the door while Mom waited in the car. At the door, we exchanged hugs and pecks on the cheek.

When I got back to the car, Mom was leaning against her door, gazing out the window, lost in her thoughts. I didn't say anything or try to intrude, but just got in and drove home. As we got out, I told her we were to pick up Nana and Gramm at one o'clock the next day for the funeral service. She just nodded and went to her room, after telling me good night.

At the funeral service, we spread the word to the Agency employees, all of whom were there, that we'd be closed the next two days (Thursday and Friday) and all next week, with no charge to them, meaning they'd get paid for the time, and not lose any time from their time banks. They all thanked us, many with tears in their eyes.

After the funeral, Mom and I hosted some of Gramps' friends and business associates at our house for a sort of wake. It was done and they were gone about six. As Gramm and Nana were getting ready to leave, Mom said we had a ten o'clock appointment with Gramps' lawyer the next day for the reading of the will. 

I drove my grammas back to Gramm's house and when I got back, Mom was in her room with the door closed, which was unusual. I figured she wanted to be alone, so I headed for my room, but as I went past her door, I thought I heard some soft sobbing. When I knocked and called to her, the sobs stopped, but she didn't answer. I could sense she wanted to be alone, so I went on to bed.

There weren't any surprises in Gramps' will. Everything went to Gramm except the agency. I got the his interest in the business, held in trust by her and /or Mom until I got both the CLU and a broker's license or I decided to sell it. He left Mom what had been Dad's share.

When we finished with the will, we went to the office. While Mom and Gramm packed up Gramps' personal items, Nana acquainted me with the filing system. After Luke died, she had been the receptionist and agent's secretary for several years and had helped set up the files.

"You'll need to come in and go through these on your own, especially the agents' sales and commission records, their pay histories and the petty cash and expense requests. You should also get acquainted with all the companies we sell," Nana advised me as we finished up. 

She glanced into Gramps' office, where Mom and Gramm were standing, holding each other. "Tomorrow afternoon, about this time, come over to Rose's house. She may not want sex, but she'll need some comforting." I followed her gaze and nodded. 

We all went to Rico's Café for dinner, and then I drove Nana and Gramm to Gramm's house. Mom and I went home, changed and met in the living room to watch what ever nonsense was on TV that night. We sat on the couch, my arm around her shoulder. Occasionally I would hear a soft sob, and I could feel my shirt getting damp where her cheek was resting on my chest.

When I stop to think about it, Mom missing Gramps made a lot of sense. He had been the major male presence--father figure, lover, boss-- in her life for nearly forty years, just as he had been the major male figure in my life for the past eleven years. Everything I knew about being a man, outside the bedroom, anyway, I had learned from him. And I guess a lot of what I did in the bedroom was influenced by him, too.

Even though I was only 23 years old, through high school and college, I had dated a lot, and had three serious girl friends; serious in that there was a lot of sex involved. The relationship I had in high school ended when her dad was transferred to a job out west .

The first one in college--she dumped me, saying she wasn't ready for such an intense relationship that early in her life--she wanted to 'sample' life a bit more before she settled down with one man. My second relationship in college, also my then-current girlfriend, Eileen, and I were trying to sort out what we both wanted from the relationship, and, I suppose, from each other, besides some fairly uninhibited sex.

I bent down and kissed Mom on the top of her head and asked, "You okay?"

"I will be; I'm just going to miss him so much," she replied, a telling catch in her voice.

"I know; me, too. If there's anything...just let me know."

"Thank you, Sweetie; I will." And so we sat there, ignoring the TV, each lost in our own thoughts. Gramps had said it would have to be her decision to approach me, but the possibility of making love to her was stirring some very non-filial thoughts in me. For perhaps the first time, I noticed how attractive my mother was. 

There was nothing in particular which would draw your attention. Her hair, cut to frame a pretty oval face, was a lovely chestnut brown, matching her eyes. She had a nicely bow shaped mouth which morphed into a wide warm smile at the least provocation, lighting up whatever room she was in at the time. 

As I recall it now, her body was pretty average. She stood about five foot six, a little on the chunky side at 125 pounds, but it was nicely distributed, starting with her barely-B sized bosom. Her hips flared out from a trim waist and flowed into as pretty a set of legs as you ever saw on a forty year-old woman. 

As we sat there cuddling on the couch, it struck me that, since Dad died, she hadn't dated, or if she did, no one more than once, and certainly not since I got out of high school. Was that her preference or Gramps, I wondered.

In a little bit, I became aware that Mom had fallen asleep. As gently as I could, I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. When I went to lay her on the bed, she tightened her grip around my neck and muttered, "Don't go." I got on the bed and pulled her back to my chest, my arms around her. We were both still fully dressed, and fell asleep that way.

My bladder woke me up the next morning. As I became conscious, I was more than a little confused, not immediately recognizing the room I was in. Then I became aware of the body lying next to me, and the breast I was holding in my left hand, and the ass tight against my morning wood. "Oh, shit," I thought and started to try to disentangle myself.

As soon as I started to pull my hands away, Mom pulled them back, saying, "No, don't go."

"Uhh, Mom, I, uh, really do need to go, otherwise, it's going to get a bit messy here. I promise, I'll be right back."

Somehow, using an ability only women seem to have, she turned completely around in my arms and, with a quick kiss on my lips, said, "Okay, but hurry back, it's chilly without you here."




Gramps' Legacy Ch. 01



From the pressure in my bladder, I knew I would be passing at least a quart of piss, so I dropped trou and sat down. For nearly two minutes I didn't think I was going to stop. Finally I was done. I stood up and was zipping up as I walked back into Mom's room. She must have really been chilly, because she had crawled under the covers and was waiting for me with them drawn up to her chin.

When I started to get in with her, she stopped me. "Not with your good suit pants on. Take them off, and your shirt, too." I stopped and looked at her, about to ask why, but she gave me her 'Mom' look. You all know the one; the one that says, "Don't even think about arguing with me; just do it." So I slipped off my pants and shirt and got under the covers with her.

I turned on my side to face her, to ask her how she was feeling, but before I could say a word, her naked body was against me, and her lips were exploring mine. As soon as my arms were around her, she leaned back, pushing her hips against my rapidly growing Charlie, and, with a smile, said, "It's time to start keeping your promise, Will. Are you up for it?"

I didn't answer her, except to reach down and pull her leg over my hip, at the same time rolling her onto her back. With a single stroke, I was balls deep in her. I looked down into her eyes, which had opened as wide as her smile. "Oh, god," she moaned. "You are your daddy's son. It has been a long time since I felt this full. Fuck me now, Will. Fuck me like there's no time left; like we both had to come ten minutes ago..."

And I did.

(To be continued)



Gramps' Legacy Ch. 02



This picks up immediately after Will has fucked his mother. If you didn't read the first story, it will help you understand some of this if you do now. 

Obviously contains instances of incest, vaginal, oral and anal sex. If any of that bothers you, sorry. Otherwise, enjoy. Jb7

*

I was back in the amphitheater, empty except for me and Hans van der Hagen, my 4x great grandfather (if Gramps was right about my Dad's parentage), who was shouting at me from behind a lectern.

"Great god, young man! Just what in hell do you think you're doing? Weren't you listening earlier when I explained the conditions of your powers? In what twisted logic does you fucking your mother benefit anyone but you?"

"But she asked for it. And Gramps set it up, telling her she could depend on me whenever she needed to relieve sexual tension," I countered, a bit petulantly, I must confess.

"And you had nothing to do with it; no overt, or even covert, desire to lay with your mother," he replied, the sarcasm in his voice as thick as honey. Suddenly, my head felt like there was a pair of squirrels inside it, racing around, looking for acorns. Before I could say anything, the sensation was gone.

"I apologize for the intrusive examination, but I needed to ascertain your true level of concupiscence relative to your mother."

"My what!" I interrupted.

"Your desire, your passion, your need to have her," he replied, with a tolerant shake of his head. "I can see nothing more than the usual before your grandfather suggested the liaison. However, you are not entirely blameless. Although your grandfather may have suggested the activity, it was your thinking about and reacting to his suggestion which tipped your mother into approaching you.

"I'm afraid I, also, must accept some of the blame; Lord knows there is more than enough to go around." He looked at the floor, shaking his head. "I had assumed that, since you had received a portion of the legacy in your developing years, you would have become aware of your power and abilities, that someone would have discussed them with you, explained what they were, and how they worked. Knowing Thaddeus, I should have known better, and expected less." 

He walked down to the floor of the amphitheater and joined me, pointing to a bench, indicating we should sit down. "When your father died, he passed on to you the most basic of the mental powers you have received -- enhanced intelligence. That is why your school work has come to you with so little effort; and, in part, why you were able to sell your products to your peers and teachers so successfully. 

"Our legacy gives us a number of abilities not available to most of the population; while there are some basic ones, the advanced powers tend to vary with the genetic line, and, within the line, with the individual. You have discovered telepathy on your own, as well as direct mind control, such as you performed on the unfortunate Harry, making him forget what he saw.

"Your direct forbears relied primarily on an empathic approach, working on the person's desires and ambitions, using their empathic powers to align their victims' desires with their own. Our line is fortunate since we have a greater ability than the others as far as this power is concerned. They have to study and practice with it, while for us, as you have seen, we can use it intuitively, as you most likely did with your mother.

"Occasionally, some of the legatees have been successful using telekinesis, but, in recent generations, not with anything larger than an ounce or two, and not more than a few inches. I can sense you wondering about teleportation. The original wizard was capable of such feats, but to my knowledge, none of the Bod..." 

Without any warning, another figure appeared, standing beside Hans, a woman about Nana's age. "Hans, what on earth were you screaming about? Good afternoon, young man; you must be our new legatee. Welcome to the Body." She turned to look at Hans, an expression of extreme concentration on her face. A look of annoyance appeared on his. 

When she smiled and turned back to me, he looked at her and asked, "Satisfied?" He turned back to me, saying, "William, this is my 4x great grandmother, Yvette, burned as a witch, in Paris, in the middle of the seventeenth century. She is your 8x great grandmother, one of the few female legatees in our line."

"What? Did you say..."

"Yes, he said witch, but I'm pretty sure he was thinking something else," she said, with a smile. "Hans, why are you so upset that he has had his mother? You, of all men, should understand that attraction. Besides that, they are adults, both unattached, so that it should matter to no one else what they do."

"That interloper, the salesman, Harry, thought he could blackmail the lad's mother by threatening to reveal her relationship with her father. Think what people would do if it got out that mother and son were involved with each other."

"Then we shall have to teach him some of my old tricks, so he can know when he's being observed, and can make people believe what he wants. Yes, this is a good assignment for Iolanda." Yvette turned her beaming smile on me. 

"She'll be at your door in a day or two. Right now, I think she's involved in some altercation concerning your mutual cousin, Pandora, currently locked up in some Muslim backwater." And without any warning, the scene dissolved and I was lying in bed, alone.

###

The smell of brewing coffee stirred me to wakefulness and coaxed me out of bed. I went to the john and took care of business, then into my bedroom and found a pair of pajama bottoms and some slippers to wear. In the kitchen, Mom was sitting at the table, her face hidden in her hands, leaning on her elbows, braced over a cup of coffee. As I walked past her, I heard some very soft sobs and sniffles. 

I knelt down beside her and took her in my arms, "Hey, Mom, what's wrong?" I asked her gently. 

Her head was buried in my shoulder; I felt it shake from side to side, as if she were saying, "Nothing." 

"C'mon, you can tell me. I'm your son and I love you."

She pulled her head back and looked at me. "You don't hate me? You're not upset or disgusted about what we did this morning?" 

"No; why? Should I be?"

"Most people think it's wrong, abnormal..."

"Mom, there are, I'm sure, all sorts of reasons this morning happened. The most important one is that two people who love each other needed to express that love and give comfort and support to the other person; to express a love that knows no limits, and is totally unconditional. There is no way I could feel bad about this morning, unless you, for some reason, regret it."

"Oh, dear, no! I was afraid you'd wake up and think I had taken advantage of you, used you for some perverse..."

"Well, yes, you did do that, but I was happy to oblige." I broke in, with a smile.

At first, there was a look of shock and dismay on her face, until she realized I was joking. She grinned, slapped at my shoulder and retorted, "Stinker!" I stood up and pulled her to her feet, and into my arms. "Ready for brunch?" she asked .

I looked at my watch; it was just after noon. "Just some eggs and toast. Nana asked me to stop by Gramm's this afternoon around three. Do you want to come along?"

"No; I don't think that would be a good idea. I shouldn't interfere with your times with them. Sit down; I'll get your coffee and start the toast. How's, what's her name, Eileen? Do I get to meet her soon?" Mom was bustling around the kitchen, getting my coffee, starting the toast, getting out the eggs as she spoke, not avoiding me, but also not looking at me.

"Eileen's fine. I haven't seen her since Spring break. She's at the Capitol, finishing up an internship with a State Senator. And you will meet her, probably sometime this summer. Why would going to Gramm's with me not be a good idea?"

"Just take my word for it. Are you and Eileen serious?"

"We're at the point where we're trying to decide whether or not we're serious, or if we want to be. She can be hard to live with sometimes."

At that Mom turned around, her brow furrowed, the question plain on her face. "Weekends and breaks when I didn't come home, I'd spend with her, either my apartment or hers."

"I figured that. Why was she hard to live with?"

"Emotionally, she's damn near unpredictable. One night, when she had been really upset, she realized she needed to explain, and told me about her past.

"Her mother was an evangelical preacher's daughter who got pregnant when she was sixteen. When Eileen was born, he threw them out of the house.

"Her mom met this guy, not Eileen's father, who gave them a place to live, but, in return, demanded sex. Unknown to her mom, he videotaped them and used the tapes to force her into prostitution. He'd even do her with Eileen in the room, watching. When Eileen was about twelve, he raped her in front of her mother, then, a few days later, kicked the mother out." A look of horrified sympathy was on Mom's face as she shook her head.

"Eileen said he took her to Planned Parenthood and got her on birth control. He demanded that he was present at all her medical exams, and she was too afraid, too naive to object. She said he made her watch all her mother's videos so she knew what he wanted from her. The only good thing was he never shared her like he did with her mom. " Mom had collapsed into a chair and sat there, tears in her eyes.

"She received a full scholarship to the University here, but didn't tell him anything about it, and as soon as she was done with her last high school exam, she went home, packed up and caught the first bus coming this way. She had saved some money and knew where he had some hidden.

"We shared a couple of classes her first year here. I ran into her at the Union a few times; we got to talking, and one thing led to another. Our first few times together were at her dorm. And everything was fine. The first time she came to my apartment, though...Ice City. She arrived on Thursday, about supper time, and didn't seem to relax until Sunday night. 

"There was hardly any spontaneity in our sex life, and she didn't seem to enjoy it, even when she climaxed, unless she initiated it. Then, there were no barriers. She'd do anything, allow anything...when she's in a good mood, there's no one more fun or exciting to be around."

"Do you love her?" Mom interrupted, "or, more importantly, are you in love with her?"

"Do I love her? I think so. I want to see her happy, and successful, and will do what I can to make that happen. In love with her? I'm not sure what that means, but I know if I were asked to rank the women in my life, she wouldn't be first."

"Well, that's a pretty good indication you're not in love, at least not with her. Is there someone else?"

"Just you at the moment," I said, with a grin.

From her smile, you'd have thought I just gave my mother a 20 carat diamond ring. "Stop talking nonsense," she said, trying hard to stop smiling. "Surely you have some other women in your life."

"With school, and the job, dealing with Eileen and her past is quite enough." 

"Well, if you're willing to stick with her, maybe you can find some way to help her deal with it." 

###

Nana had the door open before I had a chance to ring the door bell. "Hi Billy. Rose is asleep; I didn't want the bell to disturb her. She was awake most of the night. Would you like something to drink, coffee, soda, beer?"

"Beer'd be good. How are you doing?"

She led the way to the kitchen and got my beer and took out a glass before she answered. "I'm fine. Since the cancer was diagnosed, Thad and I mostly just cuddled and talked, about you mostly." We sat down at the kitchen table, kitty corner to one another, our knees touching. "He was impressed with how well you were doing, selling to what he thought was a difficult market. He was quite proud of you; said Dan would have been, too."

Before I could answer, Gramm came through the door. "Thought I heard voices and wondered who you were talking to, Bess," she said, with a small yawn. "Hi, Will; didn't expect to see you. Any special reason you stopped by?" 

"Nana asked me to come by; said you might need some bolstering after yesterday's emotional turmoil." I got up and gave her a bear hug, which she promptly engaged in with me.

"Mmm," she quietly moaned, "this feels good. Thank you, Bess, for having him come over." After giving me a tight squeeze, she picked up my beer and downed half of it. "Let's go into the living room, where we can be comfortable on the couch.

"How's school going, Will? Isn't the semester about over?" she asked as she led the way.

"It is for me. One good thing about Gramps' death was that it got me excused from taking my finals, and got me an 'A' on all of them."

"Will! That's like cheating! What would you have gotten if you had to take them?" Gramm asked, her voice expressing her shock at the concept of the compassionate grades colleges gave students when there was a death in their immediate family.

I winked at Nana and laughed. "Probably an A, or a B+ at least," I bragged. We all flopped down on the couch. Gramm immediately nestled into my side, trapping my right arm behind her so my hand rested on her hip. 

Nana twisted a little and pulled my arm over her shoulder so my left hand rested squarely on her boob. Her hand covered mine and pressed it tight against her so I could feel her nipple as it got hard. I heard a small moan, then a sigh as she nestled into me. Before I knew it, both my grandmothers were asleep in my arms. 

I relaxed and soon was dozing with them. I napped for about an hour. I started having a weird dream about some babe locked up in a primitive prison, wrestling with her guard who was doing his best to get her slacks off. Even as she fought him off, she was laughing at him, egging him on.

I woke with a start, disturbing the two women in my arms. Both my arms had gone to sleep and I could barely move them. Gramm laughed at me and began to knead the arm on her side. Nana quickly followed suit, reaching up to kiss me on the cheek. "You're a good boy, Billy, spending your wild oats time with two old biddies like us. We'll make it up to you soon; you'll see."

I guess Gramm had noticed where Nana had placed my hand. She pulled my arm to her, the back of my hand rubbing smack up against her pussy as she massaged some life back into it. "Yes we will, and sooner than you think. Thad said we shouldn't wait too long before calling on you for 'assistance.' It's too late today, I know, but tomorrow is Sunday, and the office is closed on Monday. Do you think you could handle two horny old biddies at once?"

"That won't be necessary, Rose; you can have him to yourself tomorrow. I'd really prefer my first time with Bill be just the two of us." Nana's voice was low, but firm. I remembered what she had told me about her and Gramm sharing Gramps on occasion.

"Whatever you say, Nana," I said, forestalling any reply from Gramm, "but sometime, I think I'd like to try the two of you together. If Gramps liked it enough to do it more than a few times, it must have been pretty special."

Nana's smile in reply could only be described as shy, while Gramm simply beamed. "Okay, Bess, if you're sure. Tomorrow afternoon then, Will; around two?"

I nodded, pulled my hand free, and stood up to leave. I pulled them to their feet and gave them each a kiss, using my tongue like a small cock in their mouths. Gramm nearly swooned, and might have fallen if my arm hadn't been around her. Nana, who was three or four years younger, returned the tongue action. When we broke it off, she laughed and said, "Tease. I'll see you on Tuesday?"

With a wide, shit-eating grin on my face, I nodded, and promised to call as soon as possible if there were any changes.

###

I had told Mom I'd stop on the way home and pick up a pizza for dinner. The best in the city was on the way home, so I called ahead and ordered our favorite, sausage, mushrooms and black olive with extra cheese and sauce. When I got home, the house was dark, but her car was in the garage. I let myself in thru the kitchen and put the pie in the oven, which I turned on to just keep it warm.

Quietly, I made my way back to the bedroom area. Mom's door was open and her night light was on, creating a dim glow in the room. She was sleeping on her back, still in her bathrobe, which was open to her waist. She had her legs figure-foured, with her left foot under her right knee. Her lady was totally exposed, and open, so the world could see her inner labia. May the powers that be forgive me, but I got an instant hard on. 

After our activities this morning, I realized there was no need for shame or remorse at seeing her naked, but this was my 'Mom!' Still, I couldn't turn away. Something drew me closer, and in a few seconds, I found myself kneeling on the bed, my knees between hers, up against her left leg. 

Even at that distance I could smell her pussy. In the faint light, I could see minute drops of moisture clinging to the hair surrounding her crease. I wondered if she had been jillin' or having a sexy dream. I leaned in closer to get a better look, and a closer smell. Damn, her pussy smelled good. Before I knew what I was doing, the tip of my tongue was lightly tracing her outer lips, barely touching her.

I heard a low moan and couldn't tell if it was her or me. Then her leg straightened out and both of them moved sideways. My tongue moved to her inner labia, gathering up all the drops of pussy dew it could find. There was another moan, this one definitely from Mom.

My hands were busy at my belt as my tongue found the opening to Mom's canal and began to run around the rim, pushing it open. As I pushed my jockeys down, I began to tongue Mom's clit. Her hips began to thrust up at my face, and before I could pull back, her hands were pulling me into her lady. 

Suddenly, there was a flood of pussy juice pouring into my mouth and down my chin, then Mom went as rigid as an I-bar for about fifteen seconds. When she collapsed, she was like a rag doll.

I moved up over her and lay down, gathering her in my arms. "Mmm, nice," she said and curled up against me. "You can wake me like that anytime. Did you have a good time with your grandmothers?"

"We all had a nice nap..." I replied, stroking her back.

"You didn't...Was that because of this morning?" She pulled back to look at me.

"No. Gramm was napping when I got there. When she woke up, she led us into the living room to cuddle on the couch and we all just fell asleep. She asked me to come over tomorrow, so we could...uh, you know."

"You can say fuck; it won't bother me. Hearing you say it, that is. I'm not sure how I feel about having my son fuck my mother and my mother while he's fucking me."

"One thing, Connie," I said, using her given name for the first time ever, "I will never fuck you. It will never be just a fuck, no matter how quick it is or how suddenly it happens. Whenever you and I have sex, I will always be making love either to or with you." 

Suddenly there was that radiant smile and she straightened out her body and turned to face me, her lips seeking mine, her nether lips moving down onto my rampant stallion. Incongruously, I thought about the pizza and hoped it didn't get too dried out.

I rolled onto my back so Mom was on top of me. If it was possible, her smile got wider and brighter. She raised herself up so she was standing on her knees. "Oh, god! I haven't done this since...I can't remember, but it was before your sister was born. Damn, this feels good! What else did your dad and I used to do? With Thad it was almost always bent over the desk while he took me from behind; just because it was easiest in the office, I suppose." 




Gramps' Legacy Ch. 02



She raised and lowered herself a few times, varying the depth and force of her strokes, then she lay down, resting her chin on my chest. "I should be upset about what we're doing, but I can't be. And I should be upset about you and your grandmothers. I know we're all over the age of consent, and free to make our own decisions about how we use our bodies, but it is incest and against the law. For some reason, I don't care. I love you, more than just mother-son love, but that adds to it; makes the sex a little spicier, if you know what I mean."

I grinned and nodded. "Breaking taboos makes the sex a little kinky, a little more exciting. And you're okay with that?" She just grinned. 

"Can I ask a personal question?" 

She raised up on her arms and looked down at us, toward her pussy, and laughed, then looked back into my eyes and lay down again, her face in the crook of my neck.

"When was the last time you made a major decision about your life without discussing it with Dad or Gramps?" I asked her.

"Oh, Christ, I don't know. After your dad and I got married, there wasn't any 'me', just a big "us". After he died, there were decisions to be made and I needed someone to talk to... and Thad was there; so, before I got married, I guess. Why?"

"Just curious, what with the promise I made to Dad and Gramps. I guess that means I'm your sounding board now." I wrapped my arms around her and quickly turned us over, so we were in the missionary position. 

"I bet I know something you and Dad never tried." I said, crossing my legs behind me. I gathered her legs on my elbows and pulled them up, over my shoulders, so she was nearly bent in two, then I sat up and back on my legs, campfire-style. 

Mom's eyes opened wide as she slid down my prick, bottoming out with her clit mashed up against my pubes. She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a combination of a moan and a groan.

My arms were still wrapped around her, supporting her. Her butt was resting on my calves, and when I raised my knees, I could lift her a few inches. I did that for a minute or two, then rested a couple and did it again, creating a slow, deep fuck. After several cycles, about twenty minutes worth, her breath started to become strained. I reached down between us and began to stroke her clit with my thumb.

Her face got that 'I gotta come' expression and she used her arms around my shoulders to support herself as she began to piston on my cock. She began to make little grunting noises, "uh oh uhoh uh ohuh oh uhoh uh oh uh ohmigod I'm... I'm... I'm commmmmminnnnnnng!"

She started pumping so hard and fast she knocked me over and I hit my head on the headboard with a loud 'Thwack' and I guess I hollered. The mom in her took over and her climax stopped and she pulled off me and pulled me down the bed so my head rested on a pillow. She examined me and made sure there wasn't any blood, then began to giggle. At first I was about half pissed off, then I saw the humor in what had happened and joined her.

"Since your not about to die, are you hungry? I could fix us a sandwich..." she said.

"Shit! I forgot! I stopped and got the pizza on the way home. It's in the oven to keep it warm," I said, springing out of bed and slipping on my shorts.

"Slow down; it'll be fine. Hand me my robe. Did you think to pick up some beer? I always thought it went best with pizza. I remember when I told Dan I was pregnant, he said after we were married, it would be better for you if I stopped drinking beer and only had wine; something about it being good for my circulation and blood pressure." While Mom was talking, she got up, slipped on her robe and headed for the kitchen.

"You mean I'm illegitimate?" I asked. Nobody had ever even suggested that to me.

"No, honey, you're not illegitimate. Your mother and father were married when you were born, just not when you were conceived," she laughed. 

"Can I ask how it happened? Were you two dating for a long time, or what?"

Mom looked at me, a funny expression on her face. "I think that's too much..." Suddenly she stopped, and I could see her irises dilate. Then they cleared, and she went on, "We had dated a couple of times while we were both in high school. He was a couple of grades ahead of me and our families were friends. 

"He was home from college one weekend and showed up at a party Ronnie Jacobs and I were at. Ronnie and I had been going steady for nearly a year. He was a year ahead of me. We hadn't gone all the way, yet. Technically, I was still a virgin, but if it involved hand or mouth, we had probably tried it. For some reason, he got really drunk that night, and Dan offered to drive me home. Our families only lived about a block apart.

"When we got to my house, Dan reached over and kissed me. I guess things got rather hot and out of my control pretty quickly. I don't recall much more than the pain, and how good it felt lying in his arms afterward.

"Anyway, a few months later we were married, to the delight of both families, although Rose at first, for some reason, seemed a little put out by it. That's part of the reason I didn't go with you. I also feel a little guilty about being with Thad, even though I knew Rose knew about him and my mother for all those years."

"From what Gramps told me, they both knew what he was doing with you those nights he stayed late at the office, but Nana doesn't know you know about her having sex with him." 

Mom looked at me with look of disbelief on her face. "What does she think I thought they've been doing all these years? Playing cards?" She waved her hand, as if brushing the topic aside. "Mom always did seem a bit naive sometimes. 

"Sit down and eat. Did you have any plans for this evening?"

"Just to make love with the most important woman in my life right now." Mom smiled and came around the table to sit on my lap.

"That sounds like my kind of evening," she said, and met my tongue with hers. That night I moved into her bedroom.

###

Gramm answered the door wearing a bathrobe. It was one of Gramps fluffy terry robes, and she looked lost in it. Where Gramps was about an inch over six feet, Gramm was only about five three or four, and if she topped a hundred pounds, it was because she had just finished Christmas dinner.

She led me through their single-story house to the Master bedroom without saying a word. The A/C was on and there was a slight chill inside. Her eyes locked on mine as she untied the belt to the robe. Even without the belt, the robe hid her body from view, it almost wrapped around her twice. 

I stepped forward to push it off her, but she held up her hand, stopping me. "Your shirt and shorts first, Will," she ordered. I grinned and pulled my tee shirt over my head, revealing my naked chest. I didn't have the six-pack abs so popular then, but my chest was well defined and there wasn't a lot of excess fat anywhere to be seen. I heard Gramm's hiss as she inhaled.

With her right hand, she pulled back the right side of the robe. She was still covered by the left side. "Your shorts," she reminded me. I decided to play a bit, so I turned my back to her and shimmied my ass as I pushed down the basketball shorts I had worn, revealing a pair of plaid printed boxer briefs. She was laughing as I turned to face her, until she saw the tent in my shorts.

Her eyes were wide open as I moved to her and pushed the robe off her shoulders, to fall to the floor. She was nude under the robe, her puffy nipples erect and extending half to three-quarters of an inch from her chest. Nipples were about all she had on her chest. Her ribs and collarbone were easily visible. 

Looking down her body, I saw her outie and a few inches lower, her grey thatch was shot thru with golden red traces of the color which crowned her head, now with the help of her hairdresser. As thin as she was, she still had the little pooch nestling between her hip bones all women seem to develop. Still, she didn't look emaciated; in fact, she looked healthy and strong.

"Well," she asked, "do I pass inspection?" her voice full of amusement as I looked up, blushing.

"Hell, yes, Gramma! I remember Dad as a man as big as Gramps. I was just wondering where in hell you hid him for nine months."

She laughed and jumped into my arms. "Well, you have the right tool to explore me with, so why don't we get started?" She captured my lips with hers and before I could think about it, her tongue was halfway down my throat. In a lot of ways, she reminded me of Eileen when she'd initiate sex. Aggressive doesn't begin to describe them.

I lay Gramm on the bed, and before I could straighten up, she was pulling my briefs down. As I was stepping out of them, she turned on the bed, flipped onto her back and slurped my cock down past her tonsils. The first time she let me go, she said, "you're a little bigger than Thad, and from what Bess says, a bit bigger than Dan was, too."

"How would Nana know how big Dad was?" I asked, a bit stupidly, I admit.

With a twinkle in her eye, as she took me back into her mouth, she replied, "You'll have to ask her, but I know, for a fact, she's right. I think you may be bigger than your grandfather Luke, too, but it's been a while since..." She grinned. "But I shouldn't be talking about the dead men in the family when I have such a nicely equipped one here with me." 

She raised her arms and reached behind me to grab my ass and pulled me forward, sending my cock down her throat until my balls rested on her nose. Then she started humming some marching song, and in seconds I was spewing my cream directly into her stomach. 

I swear, it sounded like she was saying "Wheee," around my prick. As I shrank in her mouth, she turned over and used her tongue on the underside of Charlie and milked him for everything he might have hidden. She finally let him go with a small pop and said, "There, that should help you last a bit the first time, but, before that, I think you should return the favor." She rolled over onto her back and scooted up the bed to rest on the pillows, her legs drawn back and up so her knees were on her tits, exposing her sweet patch. "Well?" she asked, stirring me from the trance I must have been in, seeing my Gramm's pussy for the first time.

"Sorry, Gramm. But seeing you like this...it's sort of...mesmerizing, I guess. That's the only word I can think of to describe..."

She closed her legs and sat up. "I'm sorry, Will. I wasn't thinking about how it would affect you. It's just that Thad was sick for so long, and unable to...you know. And when you're used to getting it three or four times a week, and then suddenly it's gone...when it comes back...I guess I got over excited. Do you need something to drink first, or..."

"No, Gramm, it's not like that. It's just...whenever you came over to visit, even before Dad died, we were always told to be on our best behavior so we didn't upset you, or shock you with our language or manners. 

"You were always held up as the paragon of behavior. Now, to see you like this; it's a little shocking. Sort of like you're two different people. Like the slutty teacher every schoolboy wants to have." I pushed her back onto the pillows and grabbed her ankles, opening her legs. "Are you going to be my slutty teacher, Rose?" I asked, deliberately using her name.

I heard her gasp as my tongue made contact with her very wet snatch. "Ohgodyes!" I heard her yell. I closed my mouth over her clit and sucked it into my mouth, tonguing it like it was a little cock. She tried to straighten out, but only succeeded in pushing herself up onto her shoulders, with my head buried in her cunt, sucking and tongue whipping her very prominent love button. 

Because she was on her shoulders, her chin was practically touching her chest, resulting in her climactic screams sounding pretty much like gurgles. Her hands beating on my thighs alerted me to her distress. I quickly backed away, lowering her to the bed. "Oh, shit, Gramm! I'm sorry; I didn't re..."

"That's okay, honey. Damn! I haven't come like that in more than a few years. Standing on my head like that always was a turn-on. We woulda been fine except for the pillows. 

"Now, about that slutty teacher you mentioned..." She lay back with her legs open, her bright pink slit framed by a greying red gold thatch, dewy with saliva and her own secretions, a pungent musky aroma emanating from it, presenting a perfect picture of a wanton, ready to fuck. I moved between her knees, Charlie at the ready. 

She grabbed him and pulled me to her waiting pussy. "Will, I have just one request this afternoon. Fuck the living shit out of me!" With that, she thrust her hips up, engulfing my cock like a champion hot dog eater trying for an Olympic record. 

That afternoon, I did my best to comply with her request. I don't know how many times she came, but I discovered a new power of the legacy. I found I could control my own orgasms, deciding when, how hard, and how much. 

I sampled all of Gramm's holes, at her request. After the third time I came in her pussy, she cleaned all our combined juices off my cock, humming in appreciation all the time she was sucking and licking my rod. When she was done, she got up on her knees and asked, "Have you ever fucked a woman's ass?" I nodded, and could feel my forehead wrinkle in puzzlement. "It's something I always wanted to try, and neither Thad, Luke or Dan would do it for me. Will you?"

"If it's something you really want to try, Gramm, but I'll warn you, it's gonna be bitchin' uncomfortable for a while. It may never even approach feeling good."

"I understand, Will, and I appreciate your concern. Thad told you about us and Luke and Bess, didn't he? Luke was able to get some porn from France. One film featured a woman being buggered by several men, on different occasions, not all at the same time. She obviously enjoyed it, or seemed to, anyway. 

"It piqued my curiosity then, and still does. I've tried with my finger, but it didn't... If you're game...there's some lube in the drawer there. We'll grease us up good and give it a go. Just be patient with me, and go slow."

I got the lube out and squirted about a tablespoonful on my fingers and went to work on her pucker. I started just caressing the area, rubbing the gel in. After a few minutes I pushed my middle finger in as far as it would go, turning my hand so I got lube an all the surfaces I could reach. 

When I first pushed in, she gasped and started to tense up, then she took a deep breath and blew it out, and slumped down on the bed. I continued finger fucking her ass for a few minutes with one finger, then added another, and then another. Each time I added a finger, I'd squirt a little more lube into her gaping hole. 

When I got three into her, and had opened her up a bit, I lay down, keeping my fingers in her ass. She straightened up on her knees, and moved around so she could reach my dick while my hand was up her butt. She greased me up good, jacking my staff and rubbing the gel into the head. When she said it was ready, I helped her straddle my hips and positioned Charlie at her backdoor.

"I cleaned me out with a physic and an enema this morning, so this shouldn't be too awful," she told me as she started pressing down with her hips. I just nodded and pushed my hips up, adding to the pressure.

"Push like you're having a BM," I advised her. I felt her ring open a little and slide over my piss hole a fraction of inch. "Again, harder," I said, thrusting my hips up. She yelped, but I could feel her rosebud slide over the whole head of my dick.

I reached up and placed my palms over her nipples and pushed her upright, again pushing my hips into the air. She slid down a little further. I pushed my hips down into the mattress and used the bounce to get another inch. Gramm leaned forward, her hands on my shoulders, her face right over mine. It was knotted up in a combination of intense concentration and pain.

I saw her take a deep breath, then she opened her eyes and saw me watching her. She let the breath out in a 'Woosh," and laughed. "Bitching uncomfortable, huh. You're the master of understatement, Will." She pulled up about an inch. "Push!" she ordered as she bore down on my cock. I did, and we were pube to ass. "Oh, fuck," she moaned.

We lay there for a few minutes. I could feel her anal muscles twitching on my cock. I don't know how it felt to her, but I was experiencing a bunch of sensations. Her asshole was tighter than a noose around the base of my cock. My shaft was surrounded by a comfortable moist heat while my glans was being caressed by a warm, damp silkiness that was heavenly.

After several minutes, Gramm leaned forward on her forearms and pulled her ass up so just the head of my cock was in her, then she slowly moved back down, totally enclosing my rod. She repeated that action several times, each time a little faster or a little harder. In a short time, she was doing it without hesitation. I began to feel what I have identified as my 'I'm-about-to-cum' tickle behind my knee.

"Gramm, I'm gonna come soon," I warned her.

"That's okay, baby; me, too." She began to speed up, and pretty soon her rhythm began to get erratic. I started pumping up into her, and after less than ten strokes, she screamed, and started bouncing on my cock, triggering one of the most intense, and voluminous orgasms I'd ever had. She collapsed on my chest and passed out. Me, I fell asleep almost right away, not to wake up until I felt her stirring on my chest, with the head of my dick still in her ass,. 

"Mrs. Rose, as slutty school teachers go..." I started to say.

She leaned down and gave me a tonsil deep French kiss. "You think that was slutty? Watch this."

She pulled her hips forward, releasing my flaccid cock, and sat back down on my pubes. I could feel the warm cream from her ass flooding my thatch. Then she got up on her hands and knees and crept backwards, toward my feet, her eyes locked on mine. When her face was right over my nuts, she lowered her head and started licking all around the base of my limp dick, lapping up all the stuff which had flowed out of her. When I was fairly clean, she sat up, grinning, and licked her lips while she patted her belly. 

"Oops," she said, "I almost forgot," and leaned down and slurped my whole penis into her mouth, attacking it with her tongue. Remarkably, I didn't get hard. When she was done, she sat up and looked at my genitals with a smile. Then she bent forward and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you, sweetie. You've made this old woman very happy, even though I may have to sit on an ice pack for a week. 

"Come on to the kitchen and I'll feed you. I made a lasagne this morning. It should be ready. There's a decanter of Chianti in the wine cooler. Would you get it for us?"

After dinner, we went into the den to watch TV for a bit before I had to leave. I pulled Gramm down onto my lap and began to play with her lady. She grabbed my hand, shaking her head. "Enough, for now. Shouldn't you save some for Connie?"

"Gramm! She's my mother!" I said, giving her what I hoped was a disgusted look.

"Don't be so provincial, Will. Danny screwed both me and Bess, and I know Thad did my mother. Luke told me once he got his stepmother, after his father's plane disappeared. You come from a long line of mother fuckers. Are you the reticent one, or is Connie?"

"Both, I think. How'd it happen with you and Dad?"

She gave me one of those 'it's-none-of-your-business' looks, then her eyes dilated and she slumped against me. "Thad and Dan wanted to go fishing over Labor Day weekend, at our cottage up in the Thousand Islands. They asked Bess and I to go along. Connie was pregnant with Judy, your sister, and was feeling blah, so she stayed home.

"When we got there and settled in, Bess said it kind of reminded her of our weekends when Luke was alive. Dan asked what she meant, and before any of us could think, we were all naked and demonstrating our swinging weekends for him."




Gramps' Legacy Ch. 02



"Did you enjoy having sex with your son?"

"Oh, yes; and while she might deny it, so did Bess."

"How long did it go on? Just the once, or did it continue when you came home?"

"Well, I expect Thad suspected, even though he didn't say anything, but it went on, every week, right up until Danny was killed in that accident. But, he told me, he was only with Bess a few times after that weekend. He said she seemed antsy the whole time they were together. She was like that when I'd go along with Thad for our threesome parties, too. Now, though, I don't expect you'll have any problems with her; you resemble Luke."

"So you wouldn't have a problem with me sleeping with Mom. Would you be interested in a threesome with her?"

"Oddly enough, Will, I don't think so. The only woman I've ever been with, ever wanted to be with, was Bess. At first, I was reluctant, even with her, but Luke persisted, and when I tried it, I really enjoyed feeling her up and eating her. That's all we did; none of that shit with toys and dildos. If it couldn't be done with fingers and tongue, it didn't get done."

"Nana wants a few times alone with me before we get into the threesome thing, but she'll come around pretty soon. I've always wanted to watch two women together, but I never thought it would be my grandmothers."

"Such talk! You behave yourself or you may not get to watch," she said with a grin. I returned the grin and bent down to take her puffy nipple into my mouth. Holding it with my teeth, I blew a raspberry on her chest, eliciting a shriek and a laugh. "You little bugger! Get dressed and go home if you're going to behave like that."

"Okay," I said with a sigh, lifting her as I rose. I carried her to the bedroom where we had left our clothes. I kneewalked up onto her bed and put her down. She lay there, watching me, her eyes half open. I bent down and placed a light kiss right on her clit, getting a hiss in response as she sucked in a deep breath. 

My tongue dug into her crease, separating her outer lips, searching for her opening. Her legs opened, giving me better access. I pushed her knees up to her chest and began tonguing her crinkly hole, eliciting another sharp inhale. I ran my tongue across her bumhole, up her slit, and around her clit. Her hips started pumping as she began to moan. 

"Damn you, you little motherfucker, stop teasing me!"

I shook my head and grinned, then straddled her and moved up to her face. I pulled her head to my groin, tangling my fingers in her hair. "Swallow me," I commanded. Her eyes opened wide, and stayed that way as she took my flaccid cock in her mouth and began to make love to it with her tongue. In seconds, I was sprouting eight and a half inches of re-bar. 

I backed down to her hips and pulled her legs up over my shoulders, bending her in two. I saw the flash of pain as I stretched tendons which probably hadn't been challenged in years. I positioned Charlie at the opening of her sheath and began to ease myself into her, a millimeter at a time. "You fucker! " she exclaimed, frustrated delight evident on her face. She tried to move her hips, to speed my entry, but only succeeded in pushing herself off me.

"Tsk, Tsk," I said. "Now we'll have to start again." I repositioned myself at her opening and began to press in. I saw her relax, accepting the inevitable slow entry. I dropped down onto my hands, pushing her knees into her nipples, and shoved myself balls deep into her in a single thrust.

"Aaaaiiiiiieeeee!" she screamed, throwing her arms around my neck as I began to pump into her as vigorously as I could. When I noticed she was about to climax, I gathered her up into my arms and sat back on my heels, forcing my cock up against the back wall of her vagina. She screamed again, this time in joy as her climax swept over her body. I released my own as hers began to ebb, triggering another, albeit smaller, one for her.

"You little bastard," she gasped out, when she could talk again. "I'll get you for that. I may be a ghost, but I'll get you," she went on with a grin. "I'm sure Bess will be calling, wanting some idea of what to expect. I'm going to lie and say you need some experience. Don't let me down." she reached up and kissed me, a gentle lovers' kiss. "Thank you for today. I couldn't ask for a better one. Now get dressed and get the hell out of here so I can rest."

###

Gramm and Gramps lived in the house where he had grown up, in the Marine's parents' house. Bess still lived in Luke's childhood home, a block and a half to the East. Dad and Mom had bought a house two blocks north, in the position on the block corresponding to Gramm's. It was an easy five minute walk, when you weren't suffering from fuck fatigue. 

About the time I hit the middle of the block, my legs began to feel rubbery and I wished I had at least ridden my bike. I leaned up against a tree to catch my breath and give them a bit of a rest. As I stood there, I heard a car pull up behind me. "Bill, are you okay?" I heard Nana ask. "Get in and I'll drive you home." I got into the car and sank back into the cushion. "You look plumb tuckered out. Did Rose do that to you?"

"No, Nana, it was my fault. I was trying to get her to say uncle."

"By screwing her? Good luck with that! Once that woman gets hold of a willing dick, she's like a pit bull and doesn't let it go until it's either worn out or dead."

"Well, I think I came close. After the last time, she threw me out so she could sleep." At that, Nana laughed. 

"That's probably the first time that's happened. She must be feeling her age, or she's out of practice." Even before the last word was out of her mouth, Nana's regret at her snide remark set in. "I shouldn't say that. Thad was good to us all, good for us all, and Rose was generous enough to share, even when it seemed like there wasn't enough of him to go 'round."

She pulled into our driveway as she finished speaking. Without turning off the car, she half turned in her seat to look at me. "Bill, I know Thad had some kind of, I don't know, a power...he could make people do what he wanted them to do, even when they didn't want to do it. Luke had it, and so did your father. I felt it in them. I could resist sometimes, but not always, and so could your mom. 

"I may be a silly old woman..." I started to interrupt, but she shushed me. "Thank you for what you were about to say; nevertheless, it's like that spider comic book says, with power comes responsibility. I think Luke, Thad and your dad in some way abused their power, or failed to use it responsibly, and suffered for it. If I am right, and if you have inherited that power, don't abuse it. If being with me and with Rose is forcing you to abuse the power, it's not worth it to any of us if it cuts short your life. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Nana, I understand. Don't know what you're talking about, but I understand what you mean. Thank you. You coming in?"

She gave me a funny look, as if she was judging the sincerity and truth of my answer. "Mm, No, I think I'll drop in on Rose and get her take on this afternoon."

With a sly grin, I said, "She'll probably say I'm too inexperienced and need a lot of training before I'm any good."

I let myself in the side door, which entered directly into the kitchen. Mom was standing on a chair, putting away something on the top shelf of one of the cupboards directly across from the door. When she heard the door open, she turned to see who it was, lost her balance and started to fall. In my head, I screamed, "No!," and started to hurry to try to catch her. 

Instead of falling, she seemed to float momentarily in mid-air, as if she were doing the backstroke, then her feet lowered until she was upright, just floating six inches above the floor, then she touched down.

My eyes must have been as wide as saucers; I know hers were. "Goddam, Mom," I stammered, "I didn't know you could fly!"

"N...Neither did I," she replied, grabbing onto the chair and sitting down.

"You didn't do that?" I asked, remembering what Hans had told me about telekinesis, but thinking this was way more than he had implied.

"O...of c...c...course not! What do you think I am? Some kind of magician?" she answered, sounding angry.

"N...no, just take it easy a minute, Mom; let me think. Just sit back and relax. Don't do anything; don't think anything. Just look at me." She sat back on the chair, looking at me, a very worried look on her face."

"Will..." she started to say, her worry evident in her voice. 

I concentrated, visualizing her and the chair levitating, moving toward me. Very slowly, the chair started to rock, side to side, and rise. I saw Mom's eyes open wide in fright.

"Will!" she began to scream, breaking my concentration, and the chair settled down with a small thump. "Omigod, Will! What did you just do?"

I took the two steps toward her and pulled her up out of the chair. "C'mon, Mom. I think we need a drink," I said and pulled her into the living room, where we kept the fixings.

"At the very least," she agreed, her voice a little shaky. "I'd also like an explanation." She pulled on my hand, stopping me. "Can you explain? Can you do it again?"

I looked at her. There was a combination of fear and wonder in her eyes. She looked like she didn't know whether to run or stay, and wanted to do both. "I don't know. I didn't know I could do it at all. From what little I do know, I..." I shrugged. "Lets get our drinks and I'll tell you what I know.

I grabbed us both a beer and we sat on the couch, opposite ends, facing each other. I started with Nana's suspicions about Gramps, Dad and Grampa Luke. "Oh, bull!" Mom blurted out. "They didn't have any supernatural powers; they were just damn good salesmen..."

"No; she was right, Mom." I related my dreams to her, about Hans in the amphitheater. I reminded her of how I had made her tell the truth about Harry's attacking her, and my subduing him. 

"Is that why you asked me about consulting Thad and Dan when I needed to make a decision?" I nodded. "Are you saying you used some sort of hypnotism to make me sleep with you?"

"I honestly don't know," I answered. "It could be possible. It could be that Gramps is still influencing you. I'm still new to all of this. Basically, I'm still learning by trial and error. Grampa Hans said telekinesis was limited to a few ounces over a few inches. Yet, when you were in danger, it seems I was able to stop your fall without really thinking about it."

"I...I...I just can't believe it. What you're describing is just some horny teenager's dream of a way to get into strange women's pants. Such things just aren't possible." She shook with a slight shiver. Her eyes met mine. "Can you prove you have the power to make people do what you want?"

"I honestly don't know," I replied. I sat back into the couch and looked at her, thinking, 'Mom, You will not remember these instructions until you are told to do so, but you will follow them. I want you to choose a sex act you would normally refuse to do under any circumstance. Don't tell me.'

She stood up, a look of horror on her face as she began to disrobe. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said. By the time she reached me, she was naked, her body flushed with embarrassment. She knelt before me, and started pulling at my belt, opening it. "Why am I doing this? I don't want to..."

Then she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and started pulling them down. I rocked back and forth, sideways to let them slide under me. She reached in my boxers and pulled my cock out, and bent forward to take it in her mouth. It didn't take her long to get me firm, and once I was, she wasted no time.

She stood up and turned around, so I could watch her as she positioned Charlie at her pucker. "I can't believe this," she said, "I've never let anyone do this to me." She pushed her self down, moaning and groaning at the pressure and pain. 

When she felt the head of my dick pop through her sphincter, she started pumping, each time taking a little more of me into her bum. God, she was tight, and hot. By the time she reached bottom, I was spewing my cum against her bowel walls. 

My climax triggered her own. When it was done, she relaxed against me for a few seconds, then pulled off me with a light popping noise. Immediately, she turned around and fell to her knees, leaning in to take my crud covered dick into her mouth. 

At that point, I released my control of her mind. She woke up, sitting in her place on the sofa, a look of terror on her face. She looked down at her body, sitting there, fully clothed. "You made me do that?"

"I made you imagine it. You've been right there the whole ten seconds."

"Ten seconds? No, it was longer; it must have been. I mean, I..." She stopped and thought for a minute. "Could you make me do that for real?" Her eyes began to widen in fear as the realization that I was telling the truth began to sink in.

"Do you want me to?"

"God, no! But I want, no, I need to know! Could you? Is that what Dan and Thad did to me, to Mom and Rose?" Her voice began to get louder, and increase in pitch as the anger and fear began to take over. She jumped up and lunged at me, her arms flailing at me. "Answer me, goddam you!"

(To be continued) 



Gramps' Legacy Ch. 03



This picks up in the aftermath of the last chapter. Italics indicate telepathy at work. Appreciate your votes and comments, especially comments. Will try to respond to signed comments, public and private. Enjoy, JB7






It took me nearly an hour to calm Mom down. When she lunged at me, screaming the way she was, I freaked out and 'froze' her. First problem was, I didn't know how I did it. Second, she was still awake, in a body she couldn't move and I couldn't release. I could, however, talk to her. 

I explained, as best I could, what Grampa Luke, Gramps, and Dad had done to her, Gramm and Nana. That, using their empathic abilities, they had been able to force the women's desired outcomes to align with their own. When I changed her desire for release to acceptance of her frozen state, she realized I was telling the truth, and was able to identify a number of times in the past when it had happened to her.

I had placed her on the couch, lying on her back, her arms and legs in the 'lunge' position. Over the hour we 'talked,' (I talked, she thought and I read her mind), gravity and gradual relaxation worked their magic and her arms and legs fell into a normal supine position. I was sitting by her feet, stroking her legs, trying to help her relax. There was a lull in the conversation as she considered the information I had just given her, about empathic control. 

She was lying there, looking at the ceiling. I looked up from rubbing her leg and noticed that the hem of her frock had fallen up her leg and was bunched up right at the juncture of her thighs. There was just enough room so that I could see she had been waiting for me, commando style, to return from Gramm's. My cock gave a lurch, much to my surprise, after coming four times with Gramm in a four to five hour period. 

I started running my hands up over Mom's knees, reaching a bit more than half way up her thighs. "Will," she thought, her tone sharp and full of irritation, "what do you think you're doing. I'm still angry at you..."

"I know, Ma, and if I had done it consciously, you'd be right to be angry. But, I promise, the only time I consciously attempted to make you do anything, was the day Gramps went into the hospital, when I asked you for the truth about what Harry had done to you." 

I had pulled her legs around me and was rubbing them, doing the top of her thighs on the up stroke, then the inside of each on the downstroke. With each stroke, I went a fraction of an inch higher. I was a about two-thirds of the way to her crotch when she lifted her head and looked down at what I was doing.

"That's far enough," she said, her mental voice calm, with no inflection. I looked up at her face. She had lain back down, and wasn't looking at me.

"You know, Mom, this reminds me of a story I read once, about a guy who had hypnotized a girl so she couldn't move but was aware of everything he did to her. He was talking to her, reminding her of the great sex they had together, and all the time he was running his hands over her nude body." 

At that point, I imagined Mom lying there, naked, and her clothing was gone. Looking around, I saw it in a pile in the easy chair. I felt a little bit of alarm from her, mixed with an increase in her level of arousal.

"He was just lightly touching her, caressing her, on her stomach, her breasts, arms, legs, shoulders, face," I went on, matching my actions to my words, randomly caressing her, for just a few seconds at a time.

"Please stop," she thought. I could tell that if she had been able to speak, it wouldn't have been more than a whisper.

When I finished stroking her cheeks, I stopped talking, and my touching got a little firmer, slower, longer. I started at her shoulders and moved down her body, avoiding her nipples but caressing the bottoms and sides of her breasts. While doing this, I sent my clothes to the pile with hers.

"Stop. Please. Don't." Whispers, but spoken this time. "Stop, Will, I'm your mother. You shouldn't be doing this." There was no inflection in her voice. It was like she was reading a movie script for the first time. Her voice was flat, undemanding, no anxiety or fear evident.

I continued stroking her abdomen, every third or fourth circuit reaching up to her breasts, lightly touching the bottom crescents. Her body grew less tense and I could visibly see her relaxing. As she slowly gained control, my hands ventured lower on her body, brushing through her dark, full thatch with my fingers. I could feel her subtle upward pushes, even as she kept repeating her whispered, "Stop, that's enough now, Will. Please stop now." 

I bent forward to kiss her, just below the navel, dragging my teeth down her belly just before the kiss. "Will! What...Ooooooh, you fucker; don't you dare stop now!" her hips began to thrust harder as my line of kisses moved down through her nest to her open wetness. "Oh, god, Will! Are you doing this to me with your mind? I've never felt like this before. Oh, shit! I'm gonna...uh uh uh uh uh ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy gaaaawwwwwwwwwwd, Willlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!! Unnnnnnggggghhhh!"

I had found her clitoris with my tongue and was lashing the hell out of it. Her hips were dancing off the couch while her hands were trying to pull my face inside her pussy. I had an idea, and without warning her, envisioned her floating a few inches above the couch. She was there, unaware of it, as I slowly entered her pussy with my cock, rock hard at this point.

I pulled her legs up over my shoulders, and holding on to her hips, began sawing in and out of her. Have you ever done it in a pool or lake? It was kind of like that. Once she was in position, it didn't take a lot of concentration to keep her floating, so I was able to enjoy the kinkiness of it. 

Mom was fine, until she reached down to adjust herself sideways. When the couch wasn't where she expected it to be, she sort of freaked a bit.

"Whaaaaaaaa? Where is.... where am I??" she screamed. I was able to maintain her floating even while I was laughing. I reached down and pulled her to me, so that we were in my version of the lotus position, except that by now, I had also levitated myself. We were both floating, joined at the pussy. 

Needless to say, Mom was nearly hysterical, first from fright, then from wonder. Her head was in a spin inside, so that I couldn't get a grip on anything to get her to calm down.

Then the doorbell rang.

I landed on my knees and elbows, on the couch, saving Mom from getting crushed by my body, except I think my cock went in about six inches deeper than the eight I already had in her, and we were pube to pube as it was. Okay, it wasn't an extra six inches, but it sure felt that way.

Mom looked kind of dazed, then shook her head and said, "It's someone for you. A woman named Iolande. She was sent by Yvette, your great grandmother." 

I looked at her, surprised out of my jockeys (if I'd been wearing them). "How do you know who's at the door? And how..."

"I don't know," she answered, surprise and a little fear in her voice. I put our clothing back on us and went to answer the door. Mom opened the bedroom window and went to the kitchen.

If you're familiar with the painting by Botticelli of Venus Rising from the Sea, then you have an idea of what was waiting for me when I opened the door. Statuesque is the only word that begins to do Iolande justice, and it falls short by an encyclopedia volume or two. She was tall, about 5-11 in her stocking feet I would learn. Her body was wrapped in a light summer travel cloak, but inside, when she took it off, she revealed a very feminine size 14 body. (For those of you who insist on numbers, 36D, 22, 35).

She had auburn hair, with bright blue eyes set in the wide planed facial structure of the Slavic-Scandinavian genotype. Think Anita Ekberg or Bo Derek with reddish hair. Charlie hadn't fully receded yet, and the sight of Iolande stirred him to full salute mode. When I opened the storm door to let her in, she glanced down at my groin, then at my eyes with a slight smile. When she was past me, I glanced down. He wasn't showing. How did she know? Oh, yeah; she's a witch.

I let the storm door close and turned to follow Iolande. She had taken a few steps into the foyer and turned to wait for me. "You must be Will. Yvette didn't tell me how handsome you are."

Naturally, I blushed and stammered something stupid in reply, then asked, "Can I take your cloak?" She unfastened the frog at her throat and started to shrug it off. I pictured it hanging on the coat tree across the room, and in a flash it was there. Iolande's eyes opened wide in surprise. 

"How..." she started.

"I don't know. I just found out I can do it. Yvette said you had some things you can teach me," I said, interrupting her.

"And vice versa, I see. How big an object can you...oooohhhh!" she squealed, partly in surprise, partly in delight, as she began to levitate. "How far can you move them; do you know yet?" 

I shook my head and lowered her back to the floor. "Like I said, I just found out a couple of hours ago. Mom was on a kitchen chair putting something in a cupboard and lost her balance. I "caught" her and lowered her to the floor. Since then, I've found, like with your cloak, I can move stuff from one side of the room to the other."

"What other abilities have you discovered in yourself? Mental, physical," she paused, then with a saucy smile went on, "sexual."

Just like some fucking teenage boy, I blushed. "Ahh!," she shouted, "you have discovered some of the fun stuff. We'll get to those later. Is your mother home? I should meet her since I'll be here for a few days, instructing you, and then, I have a huge favor to ask of you.

"We have a cousin, Pandora, who is in trouble in one of those –stan countries. I can never keep them straight. So far, she has been able to ward off the men who are keeping her prisoner, but she's getting weaker. There are three of them and only one of her. We have to get her out and away from them."

"Are you able to contact her, telepathically?" I asked. As she had been talking, I felt a series of clicks in my brain, like the tumblers in a safe's lock dropping into place. Iolande nodded. "Contact her and let me link with you, so I can talk to her." We had entered the kitchen. Mom was just finishing putting away the dishes and leftovers from her dinner.

"Mom, this is Iolande. She's here to train me in using the powers I was telling you about. We have another visitor, tonight or tomorrow. She and Iolande are cousins of ours..."

Mom looked dazed for a second, then smiled. "You've found a way to rescue Pandora?" Iolande looked at me, puzzled. 

"I wasn't told your Mom had any powers. How..." she started telepathically.

"Damned if I know. When she fell and I discovered I was telekinetic, I wasn't sure who had stopped her fall. Then when you rang the doorbell, she knew it was you and that you had been sent by Gramma Yvette."

Mom looked at us, a smirk on her face. "Are you two done talking about me?" she intruded, her thoughts surprising us. "Nana and I used to play this game right after your grandfather Luke died, Will, but we stopped when Thad started coming around. He put some kind of block on her, and then this afternoon, when you started using it to explain what had been done to Rose, Nana and me, it came back. But the levitation, that was all you. 

"My ability to read Iolande was a surprise. Nana and I were only able to read people who were in the same room as we were, and only if we previously knew them."  She stopped and looked at Iolande. Aloud, she said, "Four or five days, right? I suppose you want to share Will's bed."

"Yes, if that's not a problem."

"Not as long as he has some time free during the day. He has other 'responsibilities' as well." Mom smiled. "I'm sure you understand."

Iolande smiled. "Maybe we just need a bigger bed."

Mom nodded and grinned. "Big enough for six?"

'Six?" She paused, her head cocked to the side, as if listening to something. "Will, I've found Pandora. She's trying to fight off one of her guards. It will be difficult, but I think you can link to her."

I entered Iolande's head. The part connected to Pandora was easy to find. It was full of turmoil and anxiety. I could tell Pandora was weakening. From what I could pick up from Iolande, she had been captive for over a week and had only been able to sleep in short naps before her captors were at her. One questioned her relentlessly for six to eight hours at a time. The other two played a version of tag team wrestling with her, but she had no team, while they either attempted to touch or strip her, trading off when one got tired.

Using my new insights, I was able to infuse her with some new strength, enough to break the hold of the guard attempting to get his hands inside her shirt. I quickly identified myself.

"Pandora, this is your cousin, Will. I am linked to you through Iolande. Are you okay?"

"So far, just tired. Was that you that kicked him off me? Thanks...oops, here he comes."

"Hold up your hand, to stop him. Give him your blouse. If I'm right, he'll go for you slacks. Resist but let him have them, but only after he wrestles you to the floor. Try to keep his back to the door. Trust me, this will work, and you'll be free within fifteen minutes."  Through her eyes, I saw the scenario play out as I envisioned. 

When the guard succeeded in pulling Pandora's slacks down to mid thigh, he silently crowed his victory and forced her to the floor to totally remove them. When they were off, she scrabbled around on the floor, as if trying to get away from him, but positioning herself so his back would be to the door, as I had asked.

"Lie on your back, with your knees drawn up to your chest, as if you're protecting the waistband of your panties. Make him work for them, but let them go. Work your feet around so they are against his chest. When he gets your panties to your knees, push him away with your feet." 

Iolande and I watched as the guard smashed into the closed door, breaking the flimsy structure. Pandora pulled her panties up, grabbed her clothes and ran out of the primitive building into the open air. While the entire village watched, the gorgeous black haired beauty disappeared into thin air.

And in Southern upstate New York, we watched as she materialized in our living room, screaming in fright. My arms were about her in an instant, and Iolande's and Mom's around both of us. When her senses finally began to work and it registered on her mind she was safe, the scream became a whimper.

Sunlight was streaming in the window, right into my eyes. As I struggled out of the dream I was having, that fact made me realize that it must be afternoon. Christ, the dream—something about making me and Mom float, a red haired witch and a naked brunette suddenly appearing in my living room. If fucking Gramm was always going to lead to dreams like that, I'd have to rethink my promise to Gramps.

"Hi there! I see you're finally awake." The voice was familiar, but not really. It had an odd, musical lilt, and a strange accent. "I wanted to be here to thank you as soon as you woke up." A head, the face obscured by the backlighting, appeared over me, and immediately, two of the softest lips I had ever felt were pressing on mine. "I'll tell the others you're awake now." I shook my head and watched the stranger walk out of the room. 

She was taller than Mom, with long straight black hair that reached her waist, which was narrow, sitting on a slim pair of hips which swayed nicely in a controlled fashion as she walked out of my bedroom. Again the sense of familiarity, along with the inability to identify her.

Her shout brought a thundering of footsteps down the hall as a small horde of beautiful women broke through the doorway. Mom, Gramm and Nana were in the lead, followed by the red and black haired women from my dream. I focused on them, thinking, "Omigawd, it wasn't a dream."

Mom and the two witches grinned. "No," Mom replied, the same way, "it wasn't. Pandora is eager to..."

"Let me, Connie," she interrupted. "Will, I owe you my life. I saw the determination to rape me in the mind of the guard you helped me over power. After he and the others had their fun with me, they were going to see how long they could keep me alive while they tortured me. In my culture, when you save a life, it is yours to command. Until you tell me otherwise, I must do whatever you want of me, be it bathing you, bearing your children, waiting on your mate, or killing your enemies."

"And you should know, Will," interjected Iolande, "when we, those of us who are part of the Body, when me make a promise, only death can erase the pledge. Pandora now belongs to you, until one of you dies, or you release her."

"Uhhh," I stammered.

The two witches grinned. "You don't have to make up your mind yet," Iolande said. "Take some time to get to know her. I'm sure you will enjoy many of the privileges such ownership brings, and she can be very helpful, in many ways."

"I'm sure she can, and I'm anxious to see how," said Mom. "Are you okay?" she asked, her hand on my forehead. "We were beginning to worry. You've been asleep for two days."

"Two days? What day..."

"Tuesday," Nana said with a sigh. "My day." She laughed. "But that's okay, it sounds like you were busy Sunday after I dropped you off." She leaned down to whisper. "So are you still going to tell me you don't have some special power?"

In spite of the headache it caused, I focused my thoughts on her. "If I do, then so do you. "

She stood up, a puzzled look on her face. She quickly glanced around the room. Only Pandora and Iolande were smiling at her, and nodding. 

Pandora walked up to her and put her arm around Nana's waist. "When there are more than two members of the Body present, there aren't many secrets. You can block some of the content, but not the fact of the conversation happening. 

"Over the next few weeks, we'll teach you, Connie and Will the basics of how to use the powers you have, and how to obtain the powers you want. Some of the powers will be totally beyond your ability, some you will be able to work toward, a few you will not want but must have for your own safety."

"Pandora, Iolande, please take my relatives to the kitchen and fix me something to eat, or something. I need to think about some things." Slowly, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, to sit up and get my balance.

Pandora saw me start to stand and rushed to my side. "Will, are you sure..." When I nodded, she put an arm around my waist. "Where are you going?"

I glanced down at my groin. She glanced down and laughed. "Well, I can't do that for you, but I can help, if you want."

"I'd like that, but sometime when it isn't so urgent maybe, but I will accept your help getting to the proper receptacle." She laughed and tightened her arm around my waist.

We were at the porcelain throne. I looked at it and checked out Charlie. With Pandora there as a distraction, there was no way he was going to relax enough to act like a drain, and I told her that, asking to be left alone for a few minutes. She gave me a fishy look and said she'd be right outside. I turned, dropped trow and sat, lifting one ass cheek to keep Charlie out of the water. 

I concentrated on relaxing, and drop by drop, dribble by dribble, he relaxed enough. Shit, did that hurt! It burned like I hadn't pissed in forever, the inside of my prick was so dry. I must have broadcast the pain because before I was done, every pussy in the house was in my bathroom wondering what was wrong.




Gramps' Legacy Ch. 03



I was still pissing when the door opened. There was no way that stream was going to be interrupted, so I just waved them back out. Finally finished, I stood up and nearly fell forward onto my face from fatigue. Pan, as I soon learned she preferred to be called, was there to catch me before I realized I was falling.

"Shit! What's wrong with me. I'm as weak as a newborn baby," I complained.

Pan laughed. "Careful who you tell that to. There are some women here who might like to take advantage of that fact and have their way with you." Then her face took on a serious mein. "I understand you're somewhat new to the Body, and unaware of the benefits, not to mention the spectrum of consequences. 

"What you did the other day, pulling me out of a situation half the world away, is unheard of, by anyone, let alone a neophyte. Although the effort is mental, the body has to deplete its energy stores to move the mass being teleported. It has the same physical effect on your body as running a marathon race. The question is not why you're so weak, but why you're still upright."

I laughed. "Right now, only because you're holding me up." 

"I've had worse jobs," she said, shimmying her hips against mine. She sighed. "I guess if I tried to physically say thank you, your grandmother would be upset, wouldn't she. Something about this being 'her' day."

"Yeah," I replied with a weak grin, "she's a bit like a cat; cute and cuddly until some one invades what she sees as her territory, then she's all claws and teeth. Help me back into bed, then I'll have her come up and keep me company for a while. That'll keep her claws retracted for a bit."

Pan walked me to my bed and lowered me into it. When she started to stand up, I put my left arm around her shoulder to keep her against my chest. My right hand found its way between her thighs and up to her apex. "Pandora..."

"Just Pan, Will. For my special friends," she said with a smile.

"Pan, I just wanted to say thank you for your help." I pulled her down as I stretched my neck up to capture her lips. I felt her tongue tickling my lips and let it in to play, trading venues frequently. At some point, I heard her squeal and the kiss was broken. She was floating over me, horizontal, and her slacks were slowly making their way down her legs.

She looked at me in wonder, then broke into a giggle fit. "Don't drop me. There is no way we could explain the resulting damage. In fact, you better let me down now."

"If you insist," I said with a sigh, imagining her clothes piled on my dresser.

She was lying on top of me, resuming our kiss when she became aware of my hands caressing her bare back. She rose up on her hands and knees, saying, "What the f..." when she looked down to see herself naked, straddling me. "Well, I see you've learned some of the benefits," she said with a laugh. "With your permission, I'll go get Bess for you. I can wait until you're more rested."

"I'm not sure I can," I said, looking at her. She had the dusky skin of a Middle Easterner, with heavy CC breasts, the chocolate colored nipples perfectly centered in silver dollar sized areolas, only a few shades lighter than her nips . Looking down her body, she had a cute oval shaped navel, accented by a small diamond stud. Otherwise her abdomen was flat except for the small feminine pooching which covered her uterine area. Her mons was prominent, and covered with a dark brown down which appeared to be untrimmed. Her vaginal crease was just visible through it. If you are familiar with da Vinci's painting of Leda and the Swan, then you have a pretty good idea of what Pandora looked like at that moment. 

She smiled, blushing. "I'll go get Bess for you. And tomorrow, you can rest. I'll see to it." Her clothing reappeared on her body, and mine was gone. She laughed and winked at me, walking out the door. 

Nana came through the door a few minutes later, looking concerned. I was lying on top of the bed covers, with Charlie standing proud, poking through the fly of my shorts, which I had retrieved. Nana walked to the bed, a smile replacing the worry lines she had been sporting when she came in. "Are you sure, Will? You still seem awfully weak and tired."

"I'll be fine, Nana, but you may have to do most of the work. Pan says I need to rest another day to get all my strength back, but if I don't over exert myself with you, I'll be fine." 

I reached out my hand to take hers. With a grin, I pictured her clothes leaving her body, one article at a time. She nearly freaked out as her dress left her and walked to the closet, to hang itself up, followed by her slip, bra, stockings and panties, along with my boxers.

"H...how d...d...did you do that?" she gasped out. "Connie told me she has regained her ability to read minds, and after practicing with her and Iolande, I can if I really concentrate on the person, but I've never seen anyone do that. Is that something the girls can teach us?"

"I don't know," I answered and began to levitate her to bring her to bed. I positioned her over my face, looking toward my feet. I lowered her quim to my face and used the power to push her head toward Charlie. I heard her giggle, then felt her mouth slide over my snake head. I reached out with my tongue and hands, tasting her and feeling up her boobs at the same time. When she moaned, I finished lowering her to lie on top of me, and began to lave her puss with vim and vigor. 

I explored her labia from top to bottom, and then right back up the middle to search out her love button. I knew I found it as soon as my tongue hit it. Nana nearly planked on me and drove her face down my cock to the root so she had the whole eight inches and part of my pubes in her mouth. 

She was trembling like an aspen leaf in the wind, moving around so much I could barely keep up with her as she tried to drive her quim into my mouth. For about ten minutes she went into a spasm of quivering every time my tongue touched her clit. Finally she rolled off me, keeping my cock in her mouth, moaning while she buried her face in my balls. 

When she had calmed down a little, she began pumping her head up and down my shaft, keeping the suction pressure on it constantly until I exploded in her mouth. My first shot went directly down her throat to her stomach, but then she pulled back to collect the next several shots in her mouth. 

When I was done, she pulled off me and opened her mouth to show me the inside, coated with cum. With a big smile, she made a production out of swallowing it, then engulfed Charlie again and sucked everything she could out of him as he went soft.

When he popped out of her mouth, she shimmied up next to me, and bestowed a giant kiss on my lips, sno-balling the small bit of cum she had extracted from my cock. At first I was surprised, then a little nauseated. 

It took me about half second to realize that she had swallowed nearly ten times as much as she was sharing, and that my reluctance was purely cultural— real men didn't swallow cum, or so I had learned from my peers in high school and college. But if I wasn't willing to share the total experience of our lovemaking, what kind of ass-hole of a lover did that make me? 

Sure, I was here for Nana, "servicing" her, if you will, but that service was aimed at more than just physical release or pleasure. For it to be any more than a complicated attempt at mutual masturbation, there had to be some semblance of emotion attached to it. There had to be some love, and a willingness to share our experiences. I knew how much I enjoyed the after-fuck blowjob, not just for the physical pleasure it brought, but also for what it said about how my partner felt about me, that she was willing to ingest our combined cum because of her love, our love. 

My tongue met Nana's, collecting the sperm laden liquid she had deposited in my mouth, and twirled my tongue around hers, smearing my seed over the surfaces of them both, then sucking it all into my mouth. Breaking the kiss, I pulled back so she could focus on my face, and swallowed. Her face broke into a beaming smile and she recaptured my lips in a fierce lip lock. 

"Thad and your dad wouldn't do that," she said. "They said it wasn't manly; that swallowing cum was only for women and gays. They really had no idea what being a man was about. I think they were afraid they might like it and want to get it from the source, the way we women do. I've always thought a man who was secure in his masculinity wouldn't have any problems with it." 

 

I felt her hand sliding over my lower belly, through my thatch, to grab Charlie by the root. In spite of having just come from a blow job which felt like it emptied my nuts, he was already, or still, hard. Nana moaned her approval into my mouth and threw her leg across my hips. "Just lie still," she whispered. "I'll take care of this."

I felt her move Charlie to the opening of her vagina. I swear, even before she slid down onto him, her quim was like a sauna. It felt like Charlie was being wrapped in that hot towel barbers used to use when they shaved you. The next sensation was Nana lying down on me, flattening her tits on my chest while her feet rubbed up against my legs as she straightened out on me.

She moved her knees inside mine and told me to squeeze them closed. I didn't think her pussy could get any tighter, but it did. Then she sort of shimmied around, getting comfortable. She turned her head so her cheek was against my shoulder and let out a long sigh, as if she was going to sleep.

It felt like butterfly wings caressing Charlie, right at his tip, then a progressive, rolling, squeeze and release from there to his root, taking about ten seconds, a short hiatus, and then it was repeated, over and over and over until I exploded in her, flooding her quim with cum, and precipitating her own orgasm . Screams and moans from the living room told me we hadn't been totally alone, even though there hadn't been anyone else in the room. This telepathy shit was going to take some getting used to. 

We had fallen asleep, into that blissful post-coital haze. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I found myself on my side, Charlie still partially buried in Nana, gazing into the prettiest hazel eyes you'll ever see.

"Hey there, sleepyhead. I was worried I might have worn you out for good."

"Almost. I have to say, Nana, that was one of the most awesome fucks I've ever had..."

"Only one of? I must be losing my touch," she said, laughing.

I blushed. "Only because of who..."

"Hush; gentlemen don't tell, and ladies don't ask. 

"Connie stuck her head in the door a little bit ago, wondering if we were ready for some dinner. Do you feel like joining them?"

"Yeah, but I need to shower first. If this is still Tuesday, it's been at least three days. I must be getting pretty rank."

"Maybe a little, but not objectionably so; for some women, I hear, your body odor is just getting to the point of being a turn on; for some women, as I said," she replied, smiling.

"And you?"

"I'll join you in the shower." She laughed. 

I sent a telepathic message to Mom, telling her we'd be out for dinner in a half hour or so. "Are you taking bets? Thad said he always figured on at least an hour more after a shower before he got out Nana's."

"What the hell? Aren't there any secrets in this house anymore?" I mentally shouted, and got laughter in return.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," said Iolande.

There was something in the air over dinner. Even Gramm could feel it, and she was the one person in the room who was not telepathic. As soon as we were done with dessert, she stood up and asked, "Bess, can you drive me home? It's been a long day and I'm getting a headache." 

I gently probed her. "Shit, if I don't get out of here soon, I'll scream. I don't know what's going on, but these two strangers and Connie have been sniping at each other all day since Will woke up."

I looked at Mom. She was just standing up to gather the dishes from dessert to take them to the kitchen. Normally sociable, she kept her eyes on the table without saying a word. Gramm and Nana got themselves together, said their good nights, and were out of the house in almost record time.

"Pan, Iolande, I want to talk to my Mom, privately, and I do mean privately."

The three women looked at me, concern on Mom's face, alarm on the other two, but they both nodded and left the dining room. I grabbed Mom's hand and led her back to her bedroom.

"What's going on with you and our visitors? Christ, the tension in the dining room was so thick you could roll it into dumplings or something. Even Gramm picked up on it, and you know how unperceptive she can be."

"It's Pan and 'lande; they've been arguing over who gets to sleep in your bed tonight. They haven't come to blows yet, but they have been doing annoying little things. They aren't "Harry Potter" kinds of witches, but both of them are capable of small kinesthetic feats, like moving salt and pepper shakers just out of reach, or loosening the caps on them so they fall off when they're used. Once this afternoon, when Lande was talking to some one at the front door, Pan pulled her slacks down from the kitchen. That kind of stuff."

"Do they know about us?"

"I think so. They know Rose and Bess are your grandmothers; it's not a huge intellectual leap."

"But they're discounting you as a 'competitor' in the contest, and leaving me out completely."

"You? No, not completely. Pan was bragging that you had promised her the day after tomorrow, which Lande interpreted as meaning it was her turn tonight. Pan discounted that, saying you needed your rest, so she'd sleep with you to be sure you got it. That started the whole thing."

"Christ, they're just like fuckin' middle-schoolers!" I thought a few seconds. "Okay. Tonight, I'm sleeping in your bed, with you. I owe you an orgasm from Sunday, anyway, when Lande, (I like that; it fits her), when she arrived. They can share my bed."

Mom's face lit up like a Xmas tree. "Thank you, and not just for the climax. I'm sure either or both of them would have shown you a better time..."

"Not really. While 'strange pussy' may have some allure; it is usually long on promise and short on delivery. I'd much rather be with someone I love and I know loves me." I kissed her, playing the two tongue tango, pulling her to me with my hands grabbing her butt. 

She pushed her hips into me, sliding them back and forth, seeking Charlie. "Are you sure about us tonight? Will you be able to..."

I shrugged. "Like with Nana, you may have to do most of the work, but I'm noticing that sex seems to aid in my recuperation quite a bit. I'm feeling a whole lot better than I did this morning. Let's go tell the girls about the sleeping arrangements, and come back to go to bed."

"You go. I need to shower, for my lover."

Back in the living room, Pan was sitting in the easy chair, reading a magazine. Lande, looking very guilty, was sitting on the couch, her face a portrait of pout. She wouldn't look at me.

"Lande," I started. She looked up at me, surprised at my use of the diminutive. "I'm very disappointed at you. If I can't trust you to respect my wishes, how can we work together?" She started to say something, but I didn't let her interrupt me. 

"Mom is part of a promise I made to my father and my grand father, to look after, and to meet her needs, physical, emotional, and sexual. Their expectations were quite clear and explicit. The needs of the women in my family will always take precedence over anyone else. 

"Beyond that, your arrival interrupted us and thwarted a unique orgasm for Mom, but I have a suspicion..." Her blush and expression told me my sudden hunch was correct. In a fit of pique, I sent her into my bedroom with a thought. I ordered Pan to follow me.

Lande was spread eagle on my bed, naked, her limbs tied to the four corners with invisible ties generated by her own mind, to stay there until I released her. I turned to Pan. "She will remain in this position until I release her in the morning, twelve hours from now. Your job is to keep her sexually stimulated, using only your fingers and tongue. 

"I don't care if she climaxes or not, but it may not happen more frequently than once an hour. Let me put that another way, if she has an orgasm, at least sixty minutes must pass before she has another one. Is that clear?"

Lande heard my instructions. "No, please, Will. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I'll respect your wishes for privvacy. Please, let me go!" 

I walked over to the bed and caught her gaze. It took some effort, but in a short time I saw her irises dilate, and her body slumped. I ran my hand over her torso. "Until I say otherwise, Lande, all your skin will be as sensitive as your nipples are now, and your nipples, as sensitive as your clitoris." 

I moved my hand to cup her vulva, slipping my middle finger into her vagina. "To be sure you really enjoy yourself, this area will increase in sensitivity until it's three, and your clit," I went on, " four times more sensitive, than they usually are."

I pulled my hands away and broke eye contact with her. In a few seconds she came back to consciousness. I reached out and ran my finger around her nipple, which popped into prominence as soon as I touched it. She responded with a quiet grunt, as a look of alarm passed over her face.

"What did you do?"

"I just made sure you will enjoy what Pan is going to be doin' to you."

"What do you mean?"

I turned to leave without answering her. "Will! William! Willie!' she screamed after me, trying to get my attention.

At the door, I turned to look at her. "In the morning, if you want my attention, you will call me Master. You will belong to me as much as Pandora does. Is that clear?"

Her eyes went wide with disbelief, her head shaking. "Good night, ladies," I said, and closed the door.

From inside, as I walked away, I heard a long drawn out, "Noooooooooo..."

Mom's door was open, and she was waiting on the bed. "What was that?" she asked.

"Pan is punishing Lande for me."

Our lovemaking that night varied from sweet and tender to fast and furious, and I sent images of us to Lande every time one of us climaxed. Pan was keeping a close eye on her level of arousal and whenever I transmitted an image, she backed off the physical activity, further frustrating Lande. 

The final time Mom climaxed, she said she needed to sleep, but bent down to clean up my cock with her mouth and tongue. I sent the image to Lande, who wailed, 'You bastard mother fuckers!" as Pan stopped sucking on her clit.

The morning sun was just starting through the window and woke me. I got up and tended to Charlie, then made my way back to my bedroom, the scene of Lande's distress. She was still spread eagle, and Pan was kneeling between her knees, drawing little circles on Lande's thighs with her tongue as she made her way up to Lande's quim. 

"How many times did she come?" I asked.

With a laugh, Pan replied, "She hasn't yet."

I got up on the bed behind Pan and slipped my hand between her thighs, checking out her very wet pussy. Without waiting for permission, I slipped Charlie into her and began a slow fuck. A very short, slow fuck, as it turned out. I barely hit bottom before she collapsed in orgasm, her head on Lande's belly.

Aided by levitation, I picked her up and carried her into Mom's room and lay her on the bed, in my place. "Sleep, Pan, and rest. I'll call you if you're needed," I whispered, then returned to tend to Lande.

She was lying there, her body covered in sweat, tiny spasms visible under the skin on her arms and legs, and abdomen as her body attempted to relieve her frustration. Her hips were thrusting upward, not leaving the bed, but clearly indicating her desire. 




Gramps' Legacy Ch. 03



I knee walked up onto the bed from the foot, stopping at her knees. "What do you want, Iolande? What should I do now?"

"Fuck me, Will! Please! I need to come so bad," she begged.

"What's my name, Lande?"

"I...I can't...can't give myself to you like that, not like Pan. I..I c...can f..fuck you, wh..enever, wh..wherever, ho..wever you say; I..I'll w..work for you, do as you ask, but I can't pledge my life to you, not like Pandora. I can't kill for you, nor die for you unless the moment calls for it." Her voice had started out raspy as she gasped her way through her answer. As she continued, it grew stronger, as if talking had taken her mind off her situation, but it was still frequently interrupted by her gasping for breath.. 

I leaned back and released her ankles, moving them up by her ears. Moving closer to her, so Charlie bumped her hungry cunt, I looked into her eyes. "With those exceptions, Lande, what's my name?" I bounced my rock hard Charlie off her pussy a couple of times. "C'mon, tell me, Lande; my name?"

"Master," she whispered, then screamed out her ecstacy as Charlie slid home. 

I released her arms, then wrapped her in mine and rolled to the side, buried in her to the hilt. We just lay there while I held her, stroking her back and sides. It took several minutes for Lande to recover from what had been the strongest orgasm she had experienced in several years. 

When her breathing was somewhat normal, I started to withdraw, causing her eyes to open as she began to feel the onslaught of another gigantic climax. "No, no," she whimpered while I continued to withdraw. Before I was half way out, she was moaning, fucking her hips at me to keep me in place, in her. 

When there was nothing left of me in her except for my piss slit, I slowly made my way back in using a series of short, jerky stabs. By the time I was halfway back into her, she was nearly senseless from orgasmic pleasure.

Twice more that morning, I pushed Lande to the brink of orgasmic insanity. When I finally came in her, just the twitch of my cock was enough to set her off. She was still conscious, but barely. I kissed her on the lips, withholding my tongue, and entered her mind. 

"Remember this day. Whenever I say to you 'pleasure unto pain,' you will return to this state, at my mercy." Then I commanded her to sleep, to recover.

It was mid-afternoon before Pan awakened. Mom and I were in the kitchen having lunch when she came in, naked except for her slippers. We looked up when she came in and laughed. Her dark hair was totally askew, some of it piled on top of her head, some in fly-away mode, some in mats, looking like it was glued together, looking a lot like her pussy hair.  Most interesting were the bite marks and bruises on her boobs.

"Good morning, sunshine," I quipped.

"Unngh. Coffee?" she grunted in reply.

"Sit down; I'll get you some," Mom answered. 

"Thank you and bless you, Connie. May the gods favor you with a long and prosperous life." She sat down beside me at the kitchen counter. "How's our problem child this morn...omigod, is it really three o'clock? What time did you put me to bed?"

"It was almost six. I'm surprised you were able to sleep, as aroused as you seemed to be."

She glanced at Mom, a smile on her face. "I, uhm, had some, uh, help. Thank you, Connie. If I can ever repay the favor..."

I looked at Mom, whose face was a bright red. "You're more than welcome, Pan. I'm, uh, glad I could, uh, be of help. Did I do that to your breasts?"

"What?" she said, looking down. "Some of it, probably, but some is also probably from Lande." Pan stopped to take a sip of her coffee, then looked at me. "How did you know that tying her down like that was the way to punish her? She hates to be teased, or dominated."

"What did you do to her? She was an absolute mess when I went in this morning."

"Just what you told me to do. I used my tongue and fingers, and searched out all her pleasure centers. In a sense, I may have disobeyed you; I also teased her with my boobs, dragging them across her lips, to tempt her to suck on them. 

"I heard her screaming, so I guess she survived. Is she going to be in condition to help you?"

"I think so. Our biggest problem will be re-establishing the relationship between you two. I've been thinking about it all morning. I'm going to give her the chance to 'get even' a bit." Pan looked at me, the question clear in her eyes. 

"You'll be her victim tonight. I'll increase your sensitivity, but not as much as hers was, and her task will be to make you come as often as she can. How long do you think you could take that much forced pleasuring, two, three hours?"

"With just mouth and fingers?"

"I'll let her include boobs and pussies, too."

"Pussies? Oohh...I wish I had thought of that last night. I think I can last three hours. How much are you going to increase my sensitivity?"

"Double should do. I don't want to make it too easy for her. Then, at the end, I'll come in and fuck you both at the same time." Pan's smile lit up her face.

I sensed Lande beginning to waken and went to help her. On my way, I started a warm bath for her. Using levitation, I picked her up, cradled in my arms, and carried her into the bathroom. When I lifted her, she had snuggled up to my chest, with her arms around my neck. She was lying like that when I sat down in the tub.

The warm water roused her. She woke with a start and tried to pull away from me. When I tightened my grip on her, she immediately relaxed.

"You're a son of a bitch," she whispered. "D'you know that?"

"Are you ever going to purposely eavesdrop on me again when I ask for privacy?"

"N..no," she answered, so softly I could barely hear her.

"Are you ever going to disobey me again?"

"N..n...," she hesitated. "What if I think you're wrong, or if you're asking me to do something I think is wrong?"

"I didn't say you couldn't question me. I don't have all the answers; hell, I'm not even sure I know any of the questions. I'm still in kindergarten when it comes to using these powers. I'm bound to make mistakes, so I'm counting on you and Pan to guide me." At the sound of Pan's name, I felt her stiffen up. "You afraid of Pan? I felt you tighten up when I said her name."

She settled back into my arms. "A little, I guess. I've never had someone do that to me, for such a long time, tied down like that. It's not really fear, just..anxiety, I guess, knowing there's someone who can do that to me, make me that needy for so long"

"Would you like a chance to get even?"

Her head whipped around to see if I was serious. "Are you serious? Would you really do that to her? I know she'd do it, let me treat her like that if you said so, but why would you?"

"Because I can't let your fear and resentment of her interfere with your working together." I slid my hand up to cradle her breast as I described the session I envisioned for them without warning her about the finale I had mentioned to Pan. I felt her relax against me as she nodded. 

As unobtrusively as I could, I entered her mind, much the same way I had Mom and Harry's that day. It was different from telepathy or simple mind reading. I was there to take control, if necessary. She turned to look at me, her eyes wide with wonder and surprise. "How did you..."

I shrugged. "It was just something I picked up. Usually, I have to do it to take control. I'm just checking to make sure you're okay with what we still have to do today."

 

"I'm a little shaky, but I'm really okay. Working with Pan will be a little weird, but we'll manage." She reached up to give me a little kiss on the cheek. "I'm not sure about how you punished me for disrespecting your wishes, but you were right to punish me. I won't promise not to retaliate, but, if I do, I promise you'll enjoy it just as much as I did, especially at the end, when you took over."

We spent the afternoon, or what was left of it, reviewing the powers the two witches had, and determining which ones I had. There was, not surprisingly, a lot of overlap beyond the telepathy. There were several the girls had, we learned, I would be able to adapt. There were also quite a few Mom would be able to learn. She also discovered there were some she already had but which hadn't been 'switched on' because nobody knew about them. 

It was getting toward the double digit evening hours, and we were still trying to puzzle out how to transfer powers from one person to another. We were gathered in the living room, grouped around the coffee table. There was a soft cough from the area near the fireplace. We all looked, and saw my several greats grandmother, Yvette, standing there, surrounded by a penumbra-like shadow.

"We, the ancient members of the Body, have been following your adventures over the last few days with interest. This is one of the few times two or more legatees have met face to face without bloodshed.

"Iolande was sent here to assist William in learning to control his powers, so there was a ban placed on violence between them. Pandora's presence in the mix was unanticipated, not to mention the means by which that was accomplished." There was a long pause during which her gaze surveyed our small group. "And the discovery of a lost line of heirs.

"It was determined that you need some information about the Powers of the Body, so I was sent to you. Listen, as I don't have a great deal of time.

"The powers are inborn, present at birth. Normally, powers are switched on by the parent of the same sex. That's what happened to you, William, when Daniel, and, later, Thaddeus grabbed your arm just above the elbow.

Usually that happens in mid to late teens, and the powers that are initially activated are the ones the individual can control. As he develops, and his control becomes more certain, he finds he has developed other, more powerful skills. The earlier the skills are switched on, it seems, the more powers he can develop. 

"If a man had more than one child, the powers were switched on only in the oldest son. If something happened to him, then they could be activated in the next oldest son. That is how Lucas was able to activate the powers in Thaddeus, designating him as a repository vessel for his son. It was the same in the daughters' lines, powers usually passing from mothers to daughters. But, when necessary, they could be passed to the opposite sex, or even skip a generation, to be passed to a grandson or daughter. 

"Like many legacies, there are codicils. The appendix governing these transfers was that the switching on could only be done by someone who had already been switched on, and the powers which were turned on were only the powers the switcher, themselves, had. 

"For reasons we aren't able to fathom, not everyone could develop all the powers, nor fully develop all the powers they had. Will, you can apparently levitate a small van, for example, while the women can barely manage a quart of milk. Some think this a result of Thaddeus being activated twice, but no one knows for sure, since your mother, apparently, is also a member of the Body, one of the few times two lines have crossed to produce a family.

"Now, I need you all to form a square, facing inwards. Good; now turn so your right arm is inside the square. With your right hand, firmly grasp the right arm of the person in front of you, just above the elbow. Will, relax any mental barriers you may have erected, and think how you read minds; now, let that image flow into your mother, who will let it pass on to Pandora and Iolande. 

"Now, all of you open your minds, and let all your knowledge of the powers and how to use them pass on to the others. Maintain your grips until the energy flow ceases." 

There was a snapping, crackling buzzing sound and the four of us were surrounded by an energy field which changed from yellow to orange to blue before fading to a light purple and disappearing. When it was gone, we all collapsed, as near to unconscious as you can be while still cognizant of your surroundings. When we were able to move, Yvette was gone.

At ten o'clock, I followed Lande into my bedroom. Pan had positioned herself on the bed in the same position Lande had been in last night. I walked to the bed and bent down to kiss her. "Until I release you later tonight, you cannot move your arms or legs. Your entire body is an erogenous zone; everything is twice as sensitive as usual. Once an orgasm starts, you are unable to halt its progress." 

I passed my hands over her body as I gave her my instructions, tweaking her nipples and clit. She responded with a grunting moan. I went to Lande. "You have her for three hours. You are to bring her to climax as often as you can, using only your fingers, tongue, breasts and pussy. When I return, there will be no permanent disfiguring marks or fractures, and, of course, she will still be alive. Any questions?"

Lande looked at her victim, licked her lips, and shook her head. I looked at Pan. Already her cunt lips were swollen, clearly visible in her untouched thatch; a sheen of perspiration was beginning to glisten on her body as her breathing became slightly raspier, and her eyes, normally as blue as sapphires, were as dark as lapis.

"Get out of here, Will," she ordered. "Come on, Lande, fuck me!"

For the next three hours, if you were to judge by the sounds and screams coming from behind the closed door to that room, you could not tell who was fucking whom. It sounded like there were a half dozen women in there all climaxing at the same time. 

I opened the door just about quarter to one, AM. Pan was still tied to the bed, spread eagled. The odor of sex was so overwhelming it stirred Charlie to wakefulness. Lande was sprawled across Pan, in the sixty-nine position. As I got closer, it was apparent she was only barely conscious. Her prey for the evening was in no better condition. Both were breathing heavily, eyes closed, hands and toes tightly clenched, obviously in the after throes of a massive orgasm.

I released Pan's arms and legs, then maneuvered Lande into the missionary tribadistic position before rolling them onto their sides and arranging their legs to give me access to their pussies. I adjusted them slightly so their clits were in contact and their vaginas abutting each other. I got on the bed, on my knees just below their pussies, and slowly fed Charlie between their bodies, so that I was massaging both sets of cunt lips and clits at the same time. Damn, it was like sliding him into a warm, wet, velvet glove.

Both women groaned/moaned at the same time, suffering from orgasmic overload, I'm sure. I backed out about half way, lubricating Charlie with their fluids, then pushed him back in between their two sets of labia. I kept this up for a couple dozen slow, sensuous strokes, then pulled all the way out and slipped my cock into Pan. I'm surprised her moan didn't rouse Lande. Mom called from her room to ask if everything was okay, and laughed when I explained. 

I found that by angling my cock in Pan's quim, I could sometimes stimulate Lande at the same time. It also made it possible for me to directly massage the front wall of her vagina, hitting all the most delicate and reactive areas located there.

Pan orgasmed after only a half dozen full length stokes into her hyper-sensitive quim before I withdrew and entered Lande. This time Mom stuck her head in the door to be sure I wasn't physically torturing the two witches. I used the same technique on Lande as I had on Pan, only slower, since I sensed she was already aroused to the point of coming. 

After Lande climaxed, I went back to the inter-labial frottage. By changing my angle of approach, I could control the speed of arousal in the girls until I was ready to come. I timed it so my cream bathed their clits, and triggered their final climaxes that night. I left them in that position, glued at the clit by my semen.

I couldn't help but wonder what their reactions would be when they awoke.

—to be continued 



Gramps' Legacy Ch. 04



This picks up the next day from the end of Ch. 3. As in the previous chapter, italics indicate telepathic communication.

Although this is categorized as incest, be warned, it also includes anal intercourse, non-consensual oral, anal and vaginal sex. and mind control.

*

It was nearly one o'clock, and Mom and I were just sitting down to have a cup of coffee and discuss dinner plans. From the back of the house, we heard the toilet flush and a few minutes later Pan sort of staggered into the kitchen. Not really staggered, like a drunk, but in the sort of unsteady gait one has when they've slept too long, or too hard, or, well you know what I mean.

She was dressed only in nature's robe, looking absolutely beautiful, in spite of the fact her hair was a mess, her eyes puffy from sleep, and her body covered with the various souvenirs of a night of wild sex. Coming into the kitchen, she caught the aroma of the fresh coffee, and her eyes opened wide, matching her smile. "Coffee! Yes! God bless whoever made the coffee."

She crossed the floor to the table where she greeted, first, Mom and then me with a more than friendly kiss. Mom's reaction was a puzzled look and then a smile. When Pan got to me, I understood. The pungent taste and aroma of pussy was so intense it nearly overpowered my other senses.

"Pan," I said, with a grin, "not to be unkind, or anything, but you have a bit of a B.O. problem." Mom had poured her some coffee and set the cup down in front of her.

Pan gave me the 'duh' look, as if to say "Of course I do! Are you stupid?" and took a long drink of coffee. "It's your fault," she said, her eyes closed as she savored the hot brew, "and if you think I smell bad, wait until Lande gets here. I smeared your late night gift all over her before she woke up."

"I heard that! Where are you, you perverted bastards? One of you goes about abusing sleeping women and the other destroys the evidence by mixing it with her own fluids and using it as body wash. You're sick, both of you!" We could feel her stretch, tensing all the muscles in her body and releasing them. "I loved it! Will, can you bring me some coffee? I'm going to shower and make myself presentable before I force myself on you and Connie."

She was just coming out of the bedroom when I got there with her coffee. "Thank you," she said, reaching up to give me a kiss. "Next time we have sex, can it be at a time when I can really enjoy it? Not so aroused that a breeze could make me come, or so out of it that I could have been fucked by an elephant and not been aware of what was going on, although I do seem to remember a rather nice variation of clit massage."

I just grinned and nodded, thinking about burying Charlie in that auburn colored carpet. I bent down to kiss her and caught a whiff of her odor. "Pan was right; you do smell worse than she does. Hurry and shower. Mom has waffle batter ready for you two. Shall I send Pan to join you?"

She laughed. "Not if you want to see us again today. I think that woman has a snake for a tongue. Whenever I got my pussy within two inches of her mouth, I couldn't get away from it."

"I'll tell her to behave..."

"But I'm not sure I would," she answered with a smile.

"Okay," I laughed, "but hurry; she needs to shower, too."

When I got back to the kitchen, I saw what Lande meant about Pan's tongue. Mom was on the table on her back, with Pan's head buried between her thighs. Mom's hips were bouncing off the table, while her hands, tangled in Pan's hair, were pulling the brunette into her pussy. The sounds coming out of Mom's mouth weren't human.

Between the sight of them fucking, and Pan's pheromone-laden odor, Charlie was bone-hard in a second. I walked up behind Pan and grabbed her hips. "About fucking time you got back here. Hurry and get in me; we're almost ready to come!"

I saw the butter on the table. On impulse I grabbed a some and smeared it over Charlie. I positioned him at Pan's pucker and pushed. "What?! No! Will, I've never...no, don't!!"

I pulled back on her hips while she tried to tell me to stop, but the butter worked just fine, and my glans slipped in before she got to "don't." I continued to push, while Mom and I played tug o' war with her body. From somewhere deep down in her belly, Pan groaned "Uuunnnnngggghhhh!" as my pubes bumped up against her butt, setting off Mom's climax..

I stopped and held still for a bit, letting Pan accommodate to having Charlie in her hitherto virgin place. "Bastard," was all she said, followed by a low moan. I began to pull back and continued until I felt her anal ring against my coronal ridge. I pushed back in slowly and immediately started to back out when I hit bottom. I kept that up for a dozen or so strokes each way, until it seemed to go easier.

I added some more butter and began to pick up speed. It was then I noticed Pan's head lying on Mom's stomach, and her ass moving with me. She was making small, short grunting sounds which got louder the faster she moved.

"Oh, shit, Will! I'm gonnna come I'm gonna... gotta... got... g...g... ooohhhhhnnggghhhhaahhhooowwww!!!!" If the neighbors had been home, I'm sure, they would have called the police to report a murder.

"What are you doing to my poor cousin?" I heard Lande laughing behind me, but wasn't able to answer right away as Charlie began to spew his cream all over Pan's bowel walls. Her hips jerked in reflex to its splashing heat as she let out a low soft moan.

"Get out of here, Lande," Pan panted. "We're not done yet."

"But I was promised waffles," she pouted, smiling at the same time.

"Then get us out of here, Will, so the witch can eat," growled Pan, "and don't you move away from me as much as an inch."

And then the doorbell rang.

"Shitfuckpissgoddam!" cried Pam. "It's the cops!"

I pulled clothes from the bedrooms for everybody and had us presentable in seconds. Mom went to answer the door.

"Will, they want to talk to you."

I went to the door where I was introduced to one Agent Carl Henry of the FBI. I invited him into the living room, the only room the odor of sex hadn't yet permeated. "Would you care for some coffee; it's fresh?" I asked him.

"Ahh, no thanks, I'm over my daily limit, but thank you." He pulled an envelope from the inside pocket of his suit coat.

"We've had a request from our Albany office to trace the activities of a Miss Eileen Greene, aka Eileen Colie. We've been told you may be acquainted with her?" He handed me a photo.

"Eileen? Yeah, we're fairly good friends. Has something happened to her? You're FBI? Has she been kidnapped?"

"We're not sure. You asked that pretty quickly. Are you aware of any threats made against her?"

"No, just what she told me about her childhood. She ran away from an abusive person who had also abused her mother and forced her to abandon Eileen to him. She told me he demanded sex from her two or three times a week from the time she was twelve until she ran away when she was seventeen."

"That would have been Earl Colie?"

"I don't know. She never mentioned his name. What happened?"

"We don't know. She left her apartment a week ago to go to her work and never showed up, nor has she been seen since then. Her car was found in the parking lot of a small shopping plaza in Schenectady, with her keys locked inside. Was she involved with anyone else, to your knowledge?"

"You mean, was she dating anyone?" I shook my head. "No one steady, no one seriously." I paused, thinking.

"No, Will, you can't tell him about us, me and Pan. We can help you find her, but the police cannot know about us. Technically, we're both illegal aliens"

I gave Lande a mental nod. "Have any of Colie's neighbors seen him around his place recently? From what Eileen told me about him, he's not the kind of guy to forgive what she did."

"What she did?"

"She left without telling him, after he supported her for nearly seventeen years, even if he was raping her for the last five, and she took some money from him, money she said her mom had been sending for her." I paused, then asked, "Hey, I've got some friends who claim to be psychics. They're pretty good at finding lost things, keys, pets, kids, and so on. Would it be alright if I ask them about Eileen?"

Agent Henry gave me an exasperated look. "As long as you don't interfere with the official investigation, you can ask anyone anything. If you learn anything useful, here's my card," he said, taking out his business card.

"Okay, Agent Henry. I might have something by tomorrow. Oh, Eileen told me Colie kept his van registered in his mother's name, Swenson. Claimed that way, if he was ever in an accident, they couldn't take his house."

"Swenson, huh. Thanks, that might help."

"That would be the name on the Thruway auto pay gizmo, wouldn't it?"

He gave me an appreciative look. "Yeah, I think so. You wouldn't know his address would you?"

"Some weird town name, is all; Henrietta, or something like that."

"That's good enough. Thanks, you've been helpful. If you think of anything else..." He got up and walked to the door. "Or if your psychic friends..." he added with a wry smile and waved good-bye as he walked off the stoop.

Back in the kitchen, I found Mom and the witches gathered in a tight circle, arms around each other, with Lande muttering something just below my comprehension threshold. When they noticed me, Lande and Pan separated and pulled me into the circle. "Think about her the last time you saw her," Pan directed.

I was able to generate a mental picture of Eileen, lying on the bed, nude, her legs akimbo, waiting for me. "Something not quite so graphic, Will," suggested Mom.

"No, Connie; that's perfect, Will. Now, if you can, I know it was before you discovered your power, but try to get inside her mind, to get a sense of her, her mental fingerprint, as it were. Can you do that?"

Given the crazy kind of intimacy we had developed over the last couple of years, it was easier than it might sound. "I think I have it. Now what?"

"Since we have no idea where they might be, we will feed you power, like you did for Pan, while you search. Why don't you start with that man's home town?"

I nodded and began stretching out my mind, seeking Eileen's engrammes. It took nearly twenty minutes of intense concentration. It's certainly a hell of a lot easier to read a mind when the person's in the same room, and more or less conscious. When I finally recognized her, I realized I must have passed her over two or three times. I could barely read her until the women joined with me.

She was in that twilight state between sleep and awake when I finally was able to tap into her consciousness. The next next part of this narrative is her story, told to me by her when it was all over.

Eileen's story:

She hurried down the steps of the converted residence. Originally built as a double, it was now a five flat; the attic, converted to a loft which she shared with a friend from school. The street was almost empty since most of the people in the neighborhood were either young singles or empty nesters.

She was digging in her purse as she walked to her car. Part of her morning had been taken up with a telephone conference with her advisor, who had told her about her friend Will's grandfather. She planned on going out at lunch to get him a sympathy card and wanted to be sure she had enough cash.

She had just dropped her wallet back into her bag and unlocked the car when she sensed someone behind her. "Don't turn around," she heard a voice she'd never wanted to hear again say. "Get in the car and move to the passenger seat. No funny business or this ends here and now with you dead."

The voice brought back all sorts of emotions from the past. It was Earl, the man who had taken her and her single mother in after her grandfather, an evangelical preacher, had thrown them out of his house. Later, she had learned Earl demanded sex from her mother in return for his 'hospitality'.

Her mother had been required to participate in all sorts of degrading acts, including simultaneous multiple partners. Eileen had been forced to watch videos of her mother with four or five men at once using her body. When Eileen was twelve, Earl had tied her mother in a chair and forced her to watch as he raped Eileen. By the time he was done, the pre-teen wasn't any kind of virgin, and, by the end of the week, her mother had been forced out of the house.

For the next five years, through browbeating and physical intimidation, he had forced compliance from the young girl, educating her about his wants and needs by forcing her to watch the videos he had made of her mother. By the time she was seventeen, Eileen knew as much about sexual perversion and deviancy as the most debauched libertine.

Aware of her probable future with Earl, she had planned and executed her escape. Somehow, he had found her again. As he took the driver's seat, she resolved to do whatever she had to do to survive. "Earl..."

"Keep your fucking mouth shut, unless I ask you something, bitch!"

She cringed, hoping all he wanted was a revenge fuck, to get back at her for leaving and taking the money her mother had been sending for her. She recalled his routine the last several months she had been living with him, her senior year of high school.

He would come home from work, take off his coat and boots, grab her and drag her to the bedroom where, without saying a word, he waited for her to strip both of them. If she was too slow getting them undressed, he'd hit her, first a slap across the face, then a body blow if she didn't speed up.

Once naked, he forced her down on the bed, pushed a finger into her and finger fucked her to start her moisture, then he'd shove his 4-inch dick into her and pump until he squirted his juice. After ejaculating, he'd withdraw and pull her face to his groin and force her to suck him clean. Not until then would he say anything, and that was always, "How soon is supper?" She had learned early on that it had to be within the next fifteen or twenty minutes or she would get hard fucked again.

She expected him to drive to one of the cheap motels which ringed the city, but he surprised her. He headed into the Capitol District and continued into S-town, where he drove around for several minutes, as if he was looking for something. Finally, he pulled into a large strip mall, and parked behind the stores, next to a vehicle she immediately recognized as his work van.

Earl opened the door and turned to get out. "You come out this way, cunt, and no funny stuff; I'm warning you." His voice was low, and filled with menace. Eileen's stomach sank. She was sure this would turn out to be more than just the revenge fuck she had expected.

Earl dragged her to the back of his van and forced her inside. He was right behind her and forced her to her knees. "Give me your panties, cunt," he demanded. She reached under her dress and worked them down to her knees. He pushed her down onto her stomach and pulled them off her feet, balled them up and shoved them into her mouth.

"There, that should keep you quiet. Now, we'll have a little payback. I been missing your pussy and mouth since you been gone, 'n' I figure you owe me about three years worth of all-out fucking. It's time to start collecting."

She heard his zipper as he pulled it down, then his hand was rubbing her vulva, searching out her opening. His thick finger invaded her pussy and began to massage her cuntal walls, stimulating them to produce her lubricating fluids. "Fuckdam, girl, you're still as tight as a pinch purse! Ain't you been getting laid. Well, don't worry, Uncle Earl will see to it that you get plenty of cock up your slutty twat." And with that, he shoved what Eileen now recognized as a pitifully small dick into her. She almost laughed when she felt his penetration.

Earl fucked like a rabbit--several flurries of quick short strokes. True to form, it took barely a dozen such and he was squirting his spend in her. As he pulled out, she readied herself for the distasteful task of cleaning his prick, but he again surprised her. He pulled her hands behind her back, wrapped her wrists with some kind of tape and then went directly to the driver's seat, started the van and pulled into traffic.

There were no windows in the sides of the van, and when she attempted to move to see out the front, Earl snarled, "Get down and stay down, if you know what's good for you." From the stop and go, she realized they were still in city traffic. Eventually, she felt the van speed up and the traffic smooth out. She guessed they were on the expressway. Based on the angle of the sunlight coming in the rear windows, they were headed West, back toward the town where he had raised her.

From the traffic sounds she could discern through the sides of the van, Earl must have been driving relatively slowly, taking his time, letting even the tandem trailer trucks pass him. With nothing to distract her, or keep her attention, she fell into a troubled sleep, not waking until Earl pinched her nipple. "Hey there, cunt, did you miss me? I'm here to collect another one of the fucks you owe me."

He pulled her legs toward him, opening them, and pulling them over his shoulder. "Man that sure is a pretty little pussy you got there, Weenie," he observed, invoking a hated pet name he had used for her when she was a teenager. He positioned his face right over her vulva and drooled a large amount of spit directly into her vagina. He laughed and looked at her face, locking eyes with her, then straightened up and sank his dick into her, watching her eyes. She didn't flinch or react in any way. "Liked that, huh. I'll have to remember that." He paused, "so I don't do it again."

He repeated his rabbit like fuck, but before he squirted his seed in her, he pulled out and moved up to straddle her chest. "You bite, you die," he warned her, brandishing a box cutter. Reaching in her mouth, he grabbed the panty-gag and pulled it out. As she worked her jaws, he moved his hips forward and shoved his cock into her mouth. "Shitdam, girl, I missed this almost as much as I missed your cunt." He pushed his whole cock into her mouth and began his rabbit dance. It was only a matter of seconds before she felt his glans swell and her mouth was filled with his bitter deposit.

She looked up at his face, to see a look of evil anticipation, waiting for her reaction. With a total lack of visible emotion, she swallowed. "Good cunt. You keep cooperating, you might just live." Earl stood up, zipped up while straddling her, then reached down to retrieve the panties from the floor of the van. He shook the dust off them and balled them up again. "Open up," he ordered.

"Please, don't," she asked. "I'll be quiet."

"I know you will. Open up." He placed his foot on her chest, pressing just a little. He felt her body slump as she opened her mouth. "That's right; you just do as you're told. You'll get free of the gag soon enough." He pushed the panties back into her mouth. "Why not? It's not like I wiped your ass with 'em. Maybe I should, next time, or mine." He was sniggering at his own joke as he made his way back to the driver's seat. And they were back on the road.

There are seven rest stops between Albany and Rochester on I-90, the major East-West expressway between NYC and Chicago. Earl stopped at each of them. With some significant differences, they all followed the same pattern.

He'd park away from the other cars and make his way back to her through the van. Using the straps and other paraphernalia in the van, he'd arrange her like a porn star in some low budget production, then do his little rabbit dance, sometimes coming in her pussy, sometimes in her mouth. Once he fucked her ass and let his spend spatter all over her back. Without cleaning her up, he had just pulled her dress back down over her and returned to the road. Another time, he had pushed her dress up over her head and fucked her tits, the only time he paid them any attention. That time he had wiped the cum from her face with his finger and pushed it into her gag-filled mouth.




Gramps' Legacy Ch. 04



Once, after he had come in her pussy a few times, when he was done, he had extracted the gag. Expecting him to push his cock into her mouth for cleaning she left it open. Instead, he used the damp fabric to wipe their discharges off his member and shoved it back into her waiting mouth, laughing at the expression of distaste which flashed across her face. "Hah! Didn't like that one, huh. I'll have to remember that, and do it some more."

The next time he had shoved the panties into her cream filled cunt and stirred them around inside her, soaking up his cum before returning the garment to her mouth. "Mmm, I bet that tasted good. You better suck all the cum outta them you can. We won't be eating until I get you home."

After that, even though he experienced a climax each time, there was no discharge of semen. Earl had laughed at that. "Goddam, girl, looks like you fucked me dry. That must be some talented pussy you got there. When I tell the guys what you did, I'll be able to charge them three or four times what I got for your ma. C'mon now, suck me clean; get your cunt juice off me. I don't want to smell like a pussy."

Five or six hours later, she couldn't tell, but it was just after sundown, at that time of day when it's dark out, but the sky still looks blue, they had pulled off the X-way and made their way into a quiet residential neighborhood.

Eileen couldn't tell anything about where they were. Unable to see any road signs, there wasn't enough traffic for her to get any sense of where they might be. Except for the frequent turns, they could have been driving to a farm for all she knew.

Earl was driving slowly when she felt the van suddenly turn, and drive over a small bump; a few seconds later, another bump and it stopped. She heard Earl get out, then the back door opened and he was pulling her feet towards him. "Come on, bitch; time to show you to your new work room," was all he said to her. He led her through a crowded garage and into a dirty kitchen. Immediately, she recognized the house where she had been raised. Without a word, he directed her to the stairway leading to the cellar.

When they got to the bottom, he dragged her by the arm to a locked room, which was new to her. Inside was a double bed, positioned in the middle of the room. Without saying a word, he pulled a jackknife from his pocket and cut her dress at the shoulders so it fell around her feet. Her bra was quickly dispatched the same way. Roughly, he pushed her onto the bed and positioned her, on her back, in the middle of the bed.

After tying her hands and feet to the corners of the bed, he pulled out the gag and tossed into the pile of clothes. "Time for some more payback, Weenie."

He pulled some pillows on the bed under her head and pulled out his cock. "I dare you to bite me," he said, brandishing his knife. "I'd just love a reason to slice up that pretty face of yours. Where you're gonna wind up, they don't care if you look like Godzilla, as long as you're white." He shoved his 4-inch boner into her mouth and began to fuck her face.

By this time, his balls had produced a small amount of new cream, and just before he climaxed, he pulled out of her mouth and aimed his mini-monster so his spend was deposited between her nose and her upper lip. With a grin he got up and left the room, without saying a word.

She had no way to keep track of time. Sometimes Earl was gone for what seemed like hours, sometimes he was back in a few minutes. When he came down with food , Eileen had to cooperate and fuck him first, before she could eat. After he fed her, she had to endure another fuck, often, in her ass.

Her only gauge of time was her bodily functions. She recognized that she was being fed twice a day, barely enough to maintain her daily bowel routine.

Earl's care in that regard was the only time he showed any trace of kindness. When she needed to empty her bladder, he would hold a urinal for her; for her daily BM, he placed a disposable bed pad under her to catch her stool. After her BM, he would loosen one leg and half turn her onto her side and clean her up with baby wipes, and replace the pad with a clean one.

Twice, Earl brought someone down to see her. Both of them were encouraged to play with her tits and finger her cunt, but, although they both offered Earl money, he wouldn't let them fuck her. He did, however, let them use her mouth, forcing her to blow them, for which they did pay.

On what she figured was her sixth or seventh day in the cellar, Earl came in, quite agitated. He loosened her hands and feet, then pulled her into a sitting position, on the edge of the bed. He retied her hands, then slipped what can only be described as a sleeveless smock over her head.

He forced her to her feet, the first time she had been vertical in a week. She felt weak as a kitten and nearly fell, but he caught her and pushed her to the door and stairway.

"Come on, cunt! We gotta get out of here. You being missing is on the local TV. It's time to take you to my contact in Chicago; from there, you'll probably wind up in some Asian whorehouse, where they'll sell your ass for a dollar and give you a dime.

"You'll be a right popular fuck, until you get AIDS or something, then they'll put you on a cart and drive you around to the labor camps, where they'll rent you out for a quarter and give you a dime for every five men you fuck. Or, if you're lucky, you'll get to star in some of their porn movies. They just love to gang bang white women, especially by two and three men at once"

He shoved her into the back of the van and tied her feet. "A word to the wise, cunt; keep quiet and stay alive. Kapeesh?" Eileen nodded, feeling really afraid for the first time since she had been grabbed. Earl slammed the door shut and went around to get in the driver's seat. Ten minutes later, she realized they were back on the X-way, headed West.

Earl had really missed his breakfast fuck; after all, having her pussy available whenever he wanted it had got him into the habit of just taking what he wanted from her, when he wanted it. His balls were feeling heavy with their cumload and all he could think about was that available pussy, or ass, or...he had a thought of what would be the ultimate insult to a woman. He laughed and pulled into the Pembroke rest plaza when they got there.

As usual, he parked away from the other cars so the noise, if any, wouldn't be noticed. He didn't get out of the van, but made his way back to Eileen, over the equipment and baggage he had thrown into it before they left.

He turned her on to her stomach and pushed her smock up to her shoulders, exposing her tied hands. He pulled her up on to her knees and forced his cock into her hands ordering her to grip him tightly and started fucking them.

"C'mon, you cunt bitch, hold me tight, or would you rather I do this to your tits, so I can come all over your face?" he growled. Given that as an alternative, she tightened her grip as much as she could, and sure enough, in a dozen strokes, he was spritzing all over her back.

"Goddam, that felt good. Hope you enjoyed the cum shower, Weenie. I'm gonna really miss you. Having you to fuck this past week has really been fun, but with the Feds looking for you, you're just too dangerous to keep around."

He pulled out of her grip and turned her over, to shove his cock in her mouth. "Clean me up, girl, so we can be on our way." With a feeling of dread sinking into her stomach and soul, Eileen used her tongue to swipe around his organ and pulled back. Earl saw the resignation in her face and laughed, returning to the front of the van.

She found the bouncing and rolling around in the back tiresome, and there weren't any windows, so, with no distractions, and no knowledge about the future to use to make plans, she started to fall asleep. Then she heard a voice.

"Eileen, Eileen, can you hear me? This is Will."

"Will," she muttered, then she heard, "Don't talk, just think what you want to say."

"Is this a dream, Will? I hope so; I could use a nice dream."

"It is if that's what you want, Eileen, but I need you to answer some questions for me. Where are you?"

"In Earl's van. He's driving me to Chicago, to sell to some pimp."

"Are you on the Thruway?"

"I think so, I think we just passed Buffalo. I could tell with all the stopping to pay the tolls. We'll probably stop at the rest stop in Angola so he can fuck me again. Will you stay with me so I don't care, Will?"

"I'll be right here, Eileen. What does the van look like?"

"It's one of those utility vans businesses use. Bright blue with white letters. Colie's heating and plumbing. We're slowing down; oh, it must be construction, we're changing lanes."

"Okay, Eileen, I've contacted the police; they might get there in time to stop him from raping you again, but maybe not. Don't make him angry, and don't tell him about me, not even the dream me. Understand?"

"I guess so; don't tell Earl about you, not even dreaming about you. I don't understand why, though."

"That's okay, Eileen, just trust me."

The voice disappeared, but she still felt Will's presence with her. It was comforting, and she began to feel hopeful. She didn't understand how the disembodied voice could alert the police about her situation, but she somehow had faith that it would.

Several minutes later, she felt the van turning off the X-way and slowing. She realized it was another rest stop. She heard Earl's door open, and his hand as he rubbed it against the side of the van as he approached the rear door. The door opened, flooding the inside with sunshine, momentarily blinding her. Then the door closed again and Earl was rolling her back on to her stomach.

She heard his zipper as he pulled it down, then the smock was pushed up to her waist. His hands pried her ass cheeks apart, exposing her rosebud, which he spit on and promptly breached. Just as she felt his pubes against her ass, the interior of the van was again flooded with sunlight.

"Earl Colie?" came a commanding voice. "Eileen Greene?"

"Yes! Oh, thank God, yes!" she sobbed. The worst of her ordeal was over.

Eileen was sitting in our living room. She paused to take a sip of her drink. " When Earl got out of the van, he grabbed one of the officer's gun and tried to run away. He ran in front of a truck just pulling into the parking lot and was killed immediately. They called for an ambulance, sent me to Buffalo General, where I was examined, treated for STDs and tested for AIDS. Other than being abused, bruised and battered, physically, there weren't any lasting effects.

"Emotionally, after the shock of the initial assault, his performances were more pitiful and annoying than anything else, partly because he didn't do anything to relieve the need all his poking around caused. If it did anything, it brought back all the bad memories from when I was a teenager and he was always on top of me, humping his ass up and down, trying to prove what a manly man he was." She shook herself with a shudder sat up straight on the couch. "I don't want to talk about him anymore. Good riddance to bad rubbish, as my mom used to say.

"Tell me, that was really you, I was talking to in the van, wasn't it, and you really did contact the police and tell them where to find me?"

I looked at her with what I hoped was an amused expression. "What? You think I'm some sort of super telepath, able to communicate with someone over two hundred miles away? I'm sorry, Eileen, but as much as I'd like to be your hero..." I shook my head and locked eyes with her. In a couple of seconds, I saw her pupils dilate and her face went blank. She slumped a little, and then straightened up again.

"Yeah, it does sound silly when you put it that way. It must have been a dream. It was just funny, all coming together like that. The one good thing that came out of this is that FBI agent you talked to found my mother. I'm going to see her the day after tomorrow. Turns out she works for your agency; isn't that weird?"

"Works for us? We don't have anyone named Greene."

"No, but you have Marie Gruen, which is the German cognate for Greene."

"Marie, our receptionist? Wow, who'da thunk?"

"I know, weird. Anyway, Will, besides my silly thoughts about you talking to me long distance, I wanted to talk to you about us. I've really appreciated our relationship, and how accepting you've been of me and my moods.

"After this thing with Earl, though, I think I need to kind of draw back and sort of reassess my life. I want us to still be friends, maybe even date now and then, but I'm going to give up sex until I have a better sense of who I am and what I want. Can you understand?"

"Of course; I'd be surprised if there wasn't some sort of, I don't know, self examination. Are you going to see a counselor, or someone?"

"The only ones I can afford are the ones at school, and I don't have a lot of faith in them."

"If Marie is willing, you're still eligible for family benefits. I can see that the extra premiums are paid for by the agency.

"That'd be great. Thank you, Will, for everything, for my dream, for understanding, and for the insurance." She stood up and picked up her purse, getting ready to leave. I stood up and waited until she was ready, then moved to give her a hug.

"Eileen, if there is ever anything I can do for you, just ask. Sometimes, there's a point in a relationship, when, if a spark hasn't happened, it's pretty obvious it isn't going to, and I think we're a few months past that point. But I will always think of you as my very good friend."

Her smile was almost blinding. "Thank you for saying that, Will. I've felt that way for a while, but didn't know how to say so to you." She reached up and kissed my cheek. " I'll be seeing you around. This isn't good-bye, just adieu."

I nodded and walked her to the door. As I watched her walk to her car, I felt Mom mentally tapping me on my shoulder. "Did she say she was Marie Gruen's daughter?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I think you should talk to Rose," she said, with a laugh. "That is so weird."

I walked back to our bedroom where she was lying on the bed, reading. "What's so weird?"

"No, it's Rose's story to tell. She only told it to me because I forced it out of her." She closed her book. "Where are Lande and Pan?"

"They said they were going shopping for clothes for Pan. All she has are the clothes she was almost wearing when I teleported her out of that hut."

"Good. It's been exciting having them here, but knowing they might be eavesdropping when were making love is a little inhibiting. Since we're alone, how woul..."

I had us stripped in less than the time it took to think about it. Mom laughed the most joyous laugh I'd heard from her in long time. I knelt on the bed and levitated her so her pussy was at mouth level and began to apply my tongue to the most delicious spring I've ever tasted. I probed her mind and pulled her into mine so we were each aware of the others perceptions.

Mom turned herself over in midair without losing contact with my tongue, then bent down to take my cock into her mouth. We moaned in harmony as her tongue began servicing my glans. As she began to slide her mouth up and down my staff, I had a mean idea. I flashed it to her. I felt her laugh shake her body and her head movements added a strange bobbing motion I took as a nod.

I turned her back over and slid my cock into her as I levitated us both. We began one of the greatest fucks I have ever experienced. We must have floated all over the room. I know we bounced off the ceiling at least four times.

We kept our minds in contact so we were able to synchronize our orgasms. Just before we came, I reached out and linked to Lande and Pan. As it happened, they were walking down the main aisle of the mall. I guess they created quite a scene. They said the ambulance service received three calls, and the police were notified of a murder in progress based on the screams.

When they got home to tell us about it, they were laughing so hard they peed themselves. Twice. Each. So did Mom. And me.

I called Gramm the next morning and invited myself for lunch, something I had never done before. When I got there just after one that afternoon, she looked puzzled. "So, how are things working out with your two visitors? Everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Things have settled down and everybody's cool. It just took a couple of days for everyone to find their place in the pecking order. You know how folks are." She nodded, and smiled, a tight little smile which just made it to her eyes

.

"So, what brings my favorite grandson to me today? Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

"What can you tell me about Marie Gruen?" Gramm's eyes immediately narrowed, and her smile disappeared.

"Who...Why do you want to know about Marie?"

"I asked first. Is there something about her I shouldn't know?"

Gramm sat down at the kitchen table. "Get me a CC and ginger would you, and something for yourself. You'll probably want it by the time I'm done."

After a sip, and a request for more CC, she began.

That weekend I told you about, when Bess and I first had sex with your father, Thad had brought along a Truth or Dare card game. You had your choice which deck you drew from, and if you refused the question or the dare, then you had to chug a bottle of beer, or a large glass of wine. I don't remember if it was the second or third night we were there when he brought it out.

We were all about half lit when we started, and everyone had refused the first question and I guess the second. It was Dan's turn and he drew from the Truth pile. It seemed like an innocuous question, "How many children under the age of five do you have?" As the saying goes, 'in vino, veritas'; Dan paused a second or so to think, then answered, "two," paused, and added, "and a half."

I swear, we were all stone cold sober in a second. I remember Thad was furious, and he and Dan glared at each other...if looks could kill, it would have been a double homicide that night. Finally, Dan sat back and held his head in his hands and started , not so much crying or sobbing as whimpering. Thad said, "They have a right to know."

Dan nodded, and began to tell us about a high school girl he had seduced up near Rochester. You were a little over a year old and literally draining the life out of your mother you were nursing so much. She just plain didn't have the energy for him, plus she was pregnant.

Thad sent him up to Rochester for a week long training seminar, and he said he met this cute waitress. She was working in a restaurant which served alcohol, so he thought she was over twenty-one. With her hair done and in her uniform and make up, I guess it's possible to make that mistake, especially if you're horny.

Flirting led to a baby, which led to quite a brouhaha. Her father was an out of work evangelical minister, who was determined that Dan was going to jail for spoiling his little girl. They were able to track him down through the seminar enrollment. He confided in Thad who helped him convince the father to withdraw the complaint and see the girl through the pregnancy. They hoped that when he saw his grandchild, he'd accept his daughter's mistake and continue to support her and her child.

A few weeks after the girl, Marie, got home from the hospital, he was watching her get the little girl ready for bed. The baby was covered with a mild red rash which bloomed when she was put into the warm bath water. Papa immediately decided it was the mark of Satan, and the little girl was not only cursed, she was already a witch. He forced them out of the house that night.




Gramps' Legacy Ch. 04



Somehow, she got hold of your father and Thad and they found her a safe place to stay, and a job. Over the next eight or nine years I'd hear about her occasionally from Dan. One Sunday he was over, and we all got a bit tipsy. I wound up as the filling in what was once called a pussy sandwich.

That's when your grandfather and I learned about his sideline. He told us Marie was one of his more popular escorts, and that she often made videos of her dates. He laughed so hard he nearly pissed himself when he told us about her using her 'employer' as her security and cameraman.

"Her employer?"

"Yes, Thad found her a job as a live-in housekeeper with a client of one of his friends."

A few months before the accident, Dan came over to talk with Thad. It seems the man she was living with, or working for, was beginning to become more controlling, more demanding. Marie had told Dan that he was demanding sex from her, even forcing her in front of the little girl, and he was booking dates for her on days and nights when she wasn't scheduled by Dan. Usually those dates were with multiple partners, Dan told us she said, often with six or seven men at a time.

Dan went up to talk to him, and I guess it got better, until the accident. Seven or eight months after Dan died, Marie showed up at the office and asked to talk to Thad. She looked, the only word to describe her is beaten, like life itself had run over her. They were in his office for over an hour, and then he had me reschedule all his appointments for the next two days.

They drove up to Rochester to see the man, Colie, I think his name was. When they came back, Thad looked furious. He told me that weekend, the man had made copies of all the tapes, and that if he didn't contact someone on a regular basis, or if they didn't see the little girl where she was expected to be for more than three days running, the copies were to be mailed to the authorities, the news outlets, churches, everywhere to cause the greatest amount of embarrassment possible.

Thad said the only thing he could do was to protect the youngster from commercial exploitation. He said he managed to get Colie to agree to that, that he would not prostitute the child, and that he would take precautions to see she did not get pregnant. He was, I hear, already using her sexually, and she was bnarely pubescent, and him in his late forties.

Thad gave Marie her job as our receptionist and switchboard girl, and helped her find a place to live. She's been with us for eight years now, and really is one of our bright spots, in spite of the rocky start. Is there a reason you're asking about her?

"As it turns out, I've been dating her daughter for the past two or three years. She was kidnapped in Albany several days ago, and using some information I was able to give the FBI, they caught up with her and the guy who took her, on the Thruway, about a week after she was taken."

"Marie's daughter, your half sister? Am I correct in assuming...Yes, I can see I am. Well it hardly makes any difference in this family. Will you be continuing to have sex with her?"

"No. We've talked, and we'll continue to be friends, but without benefits. She doesn't yet know about our relationship. Do you know where Marie lives? I think it would be better if I told Eileen about us. They're going to meet tomorrow for the first time since Colie forced Marie out of his house. I need to talk to her first."

"She has a small house on Elmhurst, near the grade school, but you should be back to work in time to see her there. You should be aware, Will, when she had her pre-employment physical, she tested positive for HIV. Thad insisted the agency pick up the cost for her treatment. He included her in the family provision."

I nodded. "Given what happened to her, not unexpected, but it certainly sucks big time. Did she know who..."

Gramm shook her head. "She didn't think it was Colie. The symptoms didn't show up until just before she came to see Thad. That was the impetus for her visit."

I called Marie at the office and made an appointment to see her later that afternoon, then took Gramm out to lunch.

I had been back in the office about an hour and a half working on a medical plan proposal for one of the medium sized businesses in town. Marie knocked at the door and asked, "Is this a good time, Will? If not, I can come back when we close up."

I glanced at my desk clock. I had asked her to meet with me in the conference room at four-thirty, and I was a quarter of an hour late. "Horseshit! I'm sorry, Marie. This is fine; please come in. Can I get you something to drink? Tea, soda, coffee?" I put my papers away and stood up to usher her to a chair.

She looked at me, an expression of concern on her face. "Is something wrong, Will? Am I in some sort of trouble?"

"Not at all. I understand you're having lunch with your daughter tomorrow. Do you know how she found you?"

"How she found me? How..."

"And did you hear about Earl Colie?"

"Oh; you know about him and what he did..."

"To you and to Eileen. Yes. When she was a teenager, and what he did last week."

"What do you mean, last week?"

"We'll probably never know how, but he tracked her down in Albany and kidnapped her on her way to work, Tuesday before last. He held her captive until her story made the news on Rochester television stations, then he tried to move her and was caught at a Thruway rest plaza south of Buffalo."

"Was he arrested?"

"No, he tried to run away and ran into the path of a tractor trailer exiting the highway. The front wheels ran over his chest."

"The bastard got off too easy!" she whispered, her face grim and set, making her look years older than the forty she was. She shook herself and sat up straight. "God forgive me for saying that.

"So, you know about me and Earl, and Eileen. May I ask how? I've tried hard to keep my personal life a secret here, except for people who had to know in the beginning."

I swallowed hard. At first, when I thought about how to tell her about me and Eileen, I thought I'd just blurt it out. And then thought that wasn't too cool, given all she's been through, and tried to think of any smooth way to say it. And came up blank. So..., looking at my desk, I said,

"Eileen and I have been, uh, dating for the past couple of years." I looked up at her and caught her recognition of the meaning behind my words.

"Umm," she cleared her throat, "by dating you mean, uh, you two were, mmm, physically involved."

I nodded.

"You are aware..."

"Yeah, I learned this morning, err, early afternoon."

"Does Eileen know?"

"Not that I'm aware of. I haven't spoken to her today, and in a way, it is kind of weird. When we last spoke, yesterday morning, we agreed our relationship wasn't going to develop into anything more than it was and we decided to just stay friends, without benefits, as it were."

"Thank God for small favors. I'm sorry, Will, that wasn't very nice of me; it's just, after everything she's been through, and I've been through, the last thing she needs to be doing is screwing her half-brother. Excuse my french."

I sat and looked at the woman in front of me. Except for a wariness around the eyes, and some lines around her mouth, she could have easily passed for Eileen's (not much) older sister. The sense of exasperation she was obviously feeling, and expressing, brought some color to usually pale cheeks, highlighting her blue eyes.

"I suppose I should tell her tomorrow. Is that why you asked to see me today?" Her eyes sought mine.

"No, actually. I wanted to know if you wanted to tell her, or if you wanted me, or the two of us together, to tell her. I do know she remembers you with love, and is happy to have found you. In all our time together, she never talked about her father. And whenever she mentioned Colie, she just referred to him as that bastard." She nodded, a small smile on her lips.

"She also talked about getting some counseling, but can't afford it. I told her, if you're willing, we can get her on your policy, in a manner that doesn't cost you anything." She nodded again, this time with a wider smile, one that took years off her face.

"Thank you, Will. Of course I will. Can you join us for lunch tomorrow, and we can introduce her to her half brother then?" I nodded.

"What time?"

I was parked across the street and down the block from the restaurant where we were to have lunch, watching for Eileen to arrive. When I saw her enter, I got out of the car and walked into the restaurant just in time to see her arrive at Marie's table. Marie got up to welcome her with a hug, and signaled that I should join them.

Just as I walked up to the table, I heard Marie say, "Eileen, I'd like you to meet your half-brother."

Eileen sort of half turned in her chair to look back over her shoulder. "Hi, Will," she said, looking past me. Turning back to Marie, she asked "Who..." and looked back at me. "No! Oh my god! He is..." and broke into a mixture of giggles and coughs, interspersed with full out laughs.

"OMG! Will, and...all this time, and you didn't know, either? That is so freaking weird...and you, Mom, did you know he...of course you would, but you didn't know we...oh, fuck! I need a drink!" We flagged the waitress and ordered drinks all around. It was enough of a break for Eileen to recover slightly. She looked at me.

"That helps explain some things, doesn't it? You're a real nice guy, Will, and whoever nabs you is going to be one lucky girl. I could never figure out why that spark you talked about the other day never developed. Now we know why. Of all the single men in the world, why did it have to be you?"

She paused as the waitress set our drinks down. "I love you, and frankly it is more than sisterly love, but as you said, I'm not in love with you. I'll fu...mm..screw you at the drop of your pants, but marriage with you isn't in our stars, regardless of the blood tie. And I'm a little sorry about that."

I turned her face to me and leaned over to kiss her. Far from a lover's kiss, it was definitely more that brotherly. "I know what you mean, and feel the same way." As I was talking, a bee began buzzing in my bonnet. I reached over and took hold of her arm, just above the right elbow, and entered her mind, looking for some kind of switch. I became aware of Lande in my head.

"Don't be angry, Will. I wondered about her , too and thought you might need help activating her abilities. What you are looking for is a spot on the brainstem structure, just below the medulla. It sort of 'looks' like the g-spot feels, small and spongy. Connect with me so I can help you 'see' what you're looking at."

As Lande spoke to me, I wondered what in hell she was talking about. How was I supposed to go looking for something when I could not literally see inside Eileen's head. But, as she guided me along the neural pathways down into the lower brain, it was like I could see the nerves as we traveled along them, leapfrogging across the synapses between the dendrites to speed along the axon to the next synaptic juncture.

Along the way, I was aware of Eileen's confusion from the news she had just received, and her thoughts as she attempted to process and integrate that information. There was also her awareness of her surroundings, and of me in her mind. She tried to contact me, but for the moment I had to ignore her requests, and felt her begin to panic at the strange presence in her head. As best I could, I sent her a calming message, telling her I'd explain in a minute.

We headed deeper into the more primitive areas of the brain, the part that dealt mainly with housekeeping chores for the body, keeping it running and safe. There, also, were the areas dealing with emotions, probably the scariest part of the journey. Then we entered the brainstem structure, and Lande alerted me to lookout for a 'bumpy ride' as she put it. We passed over the medulla and almost immediately Lande screamed "Yes! There it is! We found another cousin!"

She showed me how to activate Eileen's powers, and then wished me luck. Before I exited, I spoke to Eileen. "Besides your mother and me, do you see anyone here you know?"

"Will? It was you! O thank God, I thought I..."

"Yes, and I'll explain in a minute. Do you see anyone?"

"Umm, yeah, there's a girl from my Econ class. She's a bit of a snooty bitch, but we've talked."

"Don't laugh, but see if you can tell what she's thinking."

"???" In her mind I could feel the uncertainty, then there was a lot of chatter, like you get when tuning the old analog radio sets; slowly one signal came into focus, along with a sense of wonderment. When I was certain she was able to read the girl's mind, I pulled out.

"Hey, sis. Now you know how I found you. The ability runs on our father's side of the family."

"What ability?" demanded Marie. "I've been sitting here for the last five minutes talking to myself while you two have been acting like you're on some kind of honeymoon, staring into each other 's eyes and mooning over yourselves."

I looked at her. "When you were with Dad, did you ever experience this?"

Her eyes opened up so wide, they looked like sandwich plates, as she nodded. "Every time I was with him. I mean, whenever I saw him. I can remember he'd greet me with a hug and I'd hear this voice, then everything would be a fog until he was leaving.

"A couple of nights a week, I'd have the same 'foggy' experience and wake up the next morning, obviously having had sex. Then I had the idea to ask Earl to go along and videotape me doing whatever I was doing. That's how I learned what your dad had turned me into. And gave Earl the means to do what he did to us. I loved you dearly, sweetheart, and hated to leave you with him, but I didn't have a choice. But frankly, I hated Dan after I discovered he hypnotized me and made me a prostitute."

Strictly speaking, it wasn't hypnosis, but within the experience of 99.999% of the population, it was the closest concept which explained what had happened to her, so I didn't disagree or argue the point. "I don't blame you, Marie, but I hope you won't hold it against me. I've just shown Eileen how he did what he did to you."

"No, Will, I don't. At least, not yet. I heard that Thad kept your father's stable in operation. Have you been in contact with your managers, or with the girls?"

I shook my head and was about to explain when Eileen asked, "What stable? Will's family doesn't have any horses."

"Escort stable," I flashed to her.

"Oooohh, that kind of stable," she said, causing her mom's eyes to widen again in wonder.

"How did you...the voice, in my head...you can..." I nodded. "That's how he...and you just did it to Eileen. Will, I swear to you, if you put her in harm's way even a little bit, I'll cut off your balls and feed them to you," Marie hissed at me.

"Don't worry, Marie. That ability runs in Dad's family, but it has to be turned on by someone who already has it. Once it is turned on, it protects the individual from being taken over in that way. I can communicate with her telepathically, or I can link our minds so we can share our physical and emotional feelings, and I can, in a sense, hypnotize her, but unlike your experience, she would be completely aware of what is happening, and if she wanted to, simply wake up and reassert her own control."

"That may very well all be true as gospel, but I repeat, you cause her any harm, and..." her expression left little doubt what would happen.

I nodded and stood up. "I understand completely, Marie. You two need some time together. Take the rest of the day, indeed , the rest of the week, to get reacquainted. And don't worry about the time. I'll find some way to account for it.

"Eileen, I'm glad to welcome you to the family. As you try to use your power, you'll have questions. One will be just what they are. The telepathy seems to be universal. Beyond that, there is some variation. Call me next week and I'll set you up with someone to help you discover your limits."

"Thank you, Will. I'll call you." Eileen and Marie stood up to walk me to the door.

"Me, too, Will. I don't mean to sound like a harridan, but after all we've been through...I hope you understand."

"I do, Marie. Don't worry about it. I'd be a little surprised if it were otherwise." I gave them each a hug. "I'm just glad Colie is out of your lives and you have found each other again. Have a good week."

For the next few days, Pan, Lande, Nana, Mom and I were busy exploring the limits of our mental powers. I had already arranged with Pan to work with Eileen, and she was ready as soon as my new sister called. As we neared the end of our extended workshop, Gramm called and invited herself for dinner.

Pan and Lande offered to cook, and prepared a Moroccan tagine with lamb shanks, summer root veggies, some dried apricots, and prunes. Over dinner Gramm asked about Eileen and Marie, and why I had given Marie so much time off.

"Well, you know a little bit about Eileen's childhood, and how she was sexually abused. That went on from the time she was twelve until she ran away from the guy when she was seventeen and on her way to college.

"Somehow, this Spring, he found her in Albany, kidnapped her and held her captive for a week, raping her several times a day. He was transporting her to what I guess is a white slavery procurer in Chicago when he was caught at the last westbound rest area on the Thruway. He ran in front of a truck and was run over.

"Given all that had happened to the two of them, I thought they needed some time to heal and bond."

"How is she doing dealing with the assault?" asked Lande.

"Not sure. She said after the initial shock of being kidnapped, the worst thing was dealing with his small prick because he would get her to the point of arousal, but wasn't big enough and didn't have enough staying power to make her climax. Beyond that, it was pretty much of a replay of her childhood experience with him. We're going to get her hooked up with a counselor who can help her deal with it all."

"Good. She seems like a tough girl, like the rest of the Body."

"Amen to that," added Pan. "Will has asked me to help her learn what her abilities are. Starting some time next week?" she asked, looking at me.

I nodded. One of the great things about telepathy, even though reading it takes as much time as talk, thinking is done in a flash. Concepts, not words, are transmitted. This entire exchange took less than five seconds. Mom and Nana were following it along with us, and their eyes were bouncing around looking at the 'speaker' throughout the conversation.

Gramm noticed, and, laughing, asked, "What's up with you two? It's like you're watching a tennis match, or a play with some real fast dialogue, the way your eyes are moving."

Before Mom could answer, I stepped in. "They're waiting for me. I told Mom I was going to take some time off to show Lande some of the State, maybe take her up to the cabin before she has to go back to Dublin."

"Ohhh, lucky you, Lande. It's beautiful up there this time of year; anytime, really. I haven't been up there since Danny died. I take it somebody has, making sure the cabin is okay."

"Yeah, Gramm; Gramps and I went up for a weekend three or four times a year to fish after I got out of high school." I turned to Lande. "We have an island, almost on the Canadian border, near Goose Bay. It's about twelve acres, about twice as long as it is wide. It has two cabins so two families could go up at the same time and not stumble over each other.

"That was the theory. In reality, the far cabin, as it was called, sort of devolved into the kids cabin at some point. Since Dad died, we've loaned it to friends who needed a getaway."




Gramps' Legacy Ch. 04



"When do you leave?" Mom asked, a bit of a twinkle in her eye. "Maybe Pan and I could drive up toward the end of the week to join you."

"Kids!" harrumphed Nana. "Think just because we're older than they are, we're not interested in some relaxing downtime. You all just go on and enjoy yourselves. Rose and I will potter about our gardens, like we're expected to do."

Although it was easy to hear the hurt in her voice, I also detected a lot of laughter, and realized she was poking fun at us for not thinking about including them. "Nana, you know better than that. I know very well how much you enjoy your "relaxing down time", but I promised Lande some extended one on one time before she had to leave, and, with all that has been going on since she arrived, this is the only time we have left."

"Okay, you two," said Gramm. "I just hope The Notch doesn't live up to its original name while you're up there."

"Original name, Gramm? What was that?"

"From the time of the Civil War right up through Prohibition, it was called Smugglers Cove."

Teleporting is a lot of fun, usually. I had been practicing around town for the past couple of weeks, and could leap across the city without any problem. I quickly learned that the difference between a short (few yards) leap and a longer (up to a few miles) was strictly a matter of concentration. Oh, yeah, the longer leaps required more energy, and made you horny for some reason we hadn't been able to figure out.

It also made a difference whether you were the transporter or the transportee. When I grabbed Pan out of her imprisonment, the energy expenditure by me overrode my horniness and I slept for a couple of days. Essentially, Pan had been just like a package, and other than being surprised when she landed, had experienced no side effects at all.

I had a pretty good idea of the location and layout of the cottage we were going to, and was able to identify the island on a St Lawrence river navigation map I had for Lande. As soon as Nana and Gramm left, we packed some swimsuits and clothes for when the sun went down, said adios to Pan and Mom, wrapped our arms around each other and made the leap to the cabin.

At 250 miles, it was a hell of a lot longer leap than I, personally, had ever tried before, so I linked with Lande to tap into her energy. The only nearly comparable experience I had was when I had teleported Pan. I needn't have worried, though. We were right on the money, in the bed room, when we landed.

It was dark, we were horny, and the bed was made. We used it, and fell asleep after a satisfying celebration. That was about ten o'clock. Toward one, my bladder needed attention, and I decided to celebrate my arrival by watering the lawn, so to speak, with my natural liquid fertilizer.

As I was pissing off the back porch, facing the eastern end of the island, I heard some motor boats, and what sounded like tractors coming from the Notch. I could just make out a glimmer of light outlining the hump in the middle of the island. I went back to the bedroom and woke up Lande to tell her I was going to see what was going on in case she woke up and got upset because I wasn't there. Until I knew what was gong on, I didn't want her outside hollering for me.

From the cottage to the Notch was a short, quarter-mile leap. Using a technique the girls had taught me, I was able to make myself invisible to almost anyone who might be in my landing area. Which was good, because the tractor noise was a small fork lift, carrying what I discovered to be assault rifles. They were being off loaded from boats coming from Canada and stored in the kids cottage.

As soon as the boats were empty, they headed back to Canada. While I was looking around, a smaller launch approached from the American side. As soon as it made fast to the dock, five crates of guns were brought down to be loaded. I contacted Lande to warn her to stay inside. Then I reached out to Mom.

"Mom? Holy shit, you wouldn't believe what's going on up here. Some arms dealers are using the island as a staging area. Get hold of agent Henry; he's the FBI agent who told us about Eileen. Remember?

"Yeah, I know it's one thirty in the morning. Okay, call the border patrol in Watertown. Tell them one of our neighbors up here called you about something that looked like drug smugglers on the island. But hurry, and tell them to hurry, I can't keep casting confusion spells all night.

"Yes, I'll be careful. I love you, too, Mom."

We were lucky. There had been several similar reports over the past few months, and the Border Patrol actually had a crew about ten minutes away. Just before they came within sensing distance, the captain/boss of the Canadian boat came ashore to see what was taking so long. That was me. I had cast a general confusing spell which made everyone undo what ever they had just done in the previous thirty seconds, so there was a lot of activity going on which was simply repeating and reversing whatever the workers had just accomplished.

I was standing off to the side, watching, when the boss shouted, "Hey, you! Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?" and pointing at me. That simply added to the confusion, since the workers couldn't see me or what/who he was yelling at. The guy driving the fork lift looked to see what was going on and drove off the dock and tipped over into the small launch waiting for its load, sinking it.

At the boss's command to grab me, all the workers started running around in circles, still under the reversal spell. When he started toward me, I first tried to get into his head to erase his vision of me, but that wasn't going to happen. It was like trying to run through a cement wall. I took the coward's way out. I teleported to the far end of the dock.

When I got there, I yelled to him, drawing his attention to me, and, hopefully, creating a little fear. I don't know how well that worked, because he started charging through the melee and running toward the dock. I'm not proud of my actions that night.

I erected an invisible barrier in his path. Maybe barrier is the wrong word; it was more of a post, about thirty inches tall. He hit it full tilt, with his balls. There was no cry of extreme pain, no howl of agony. He simply stopped, mid stride, and sank to his knees, his hands cupping his crotch, while his face looked like he had swallowed something tasting like carrion smells. He knelt there about twenty seconds, then slowly fell forward onto his face. That's where the border patrol found him.

As soon as I saw them step ashore, I released the reversal spell and teleported back to the cottage. Lande had been following my activities and greeted me with that peculiar mixture of love, relief, and anger people display toward a loved one whom, they believe, has been dangerously reckless.

We were busy celebrating my return when the Border Patrol knocked on the door. I guess the odor of sex convinced them that we really had no idea of anything going on at the other end of the island. Of course, it helped that I knew the officer who came to the door. He frequently stopped in to talk to Gramps and crack open a brew or two when we were up there. When Lande joined me at the door, wrapped in a towel, he just grinned and said he'd check back tomorrow.

As he walked down the steps, Lande and I stepped out onto the porch. It was a beautiful night. The air felt soft, almost velvety. It looked like you could see every star in the sky, and the aurora was bright, a pale greenish white against the dark sky. It was beautiful, with the pin pricks of the stars shining through the dancing lights.

I went back in and grabbed some blankets and our pillows. We made up a bed of sorts on the porch and lay down to catch some sleep. At least that was the plan.

Lande turned on her side and slid her leg over mine. "This is so peaceful. It wouldn't take much to convince me to stay here. Peaceful and beautiful. I've never seen so many stars. Not even in the country in Ireland, and it's silly, because it's the same sky."

Her hand started to lightly caress my chest, traveling in a circular pattern, each time venturing a little lower on my abdomen. "Mmm, careful, babe, or you're going to wake up my one-eye, and you know what that means."

"Mm hmm. Isn't that why we came here?" Her hand had reached the top of my thatch, and she began to gently tug on the hair, and twirling it around her fingers, as if she were making finger curls.

"Are you having fun?" I asked, with a chuckle. "Is there something else you want to play with?"

"Now that you mention it," she said, taking hold of Charlie. He was already more than half hard, and with a few strokes, she had him quite serviceable. "Mmm, and it's all for me. Thank you for this time. Now that it's too late to make a difference, I should tell you, I'm fertile this week." She moved over me and slid her lady over Charlie.

"Come in me, cousin. I want your baby. If it happens tonight, it'll be a boy, or even tomorrow. So, if you want to father a son, come in me, now. Then when we go home, you can give Pan a little girl. And your Mom is still young enough. You could even give her a baby. How does that sound, cousin?"

Her lips on mine prevented any answer other than a moan. She chuckled as she felt Charlie grow harder and longer. "That's what I thought, mother fucker." The laugh in her voice took away the sting that epithet usually carries. "Come on, motherrr fuckerrr, I want your first born. I'd prefer a boy, so I can make my own mother fucker, but I'll take a little girl to bring up to service her daddy."

She was moving her hips up and down and side to side and to and fro and any other direction she could think of. I was trying to thrust up into her, but with all her gyrations, it was difficult. "Just lie still, Will; let me do this tonight. I want to earn my child, our child, our warlock." She began to move faster. Her hips, if I could have seen them, must have been a blur.

"Come on, Will, give me your seed. Do it. Come in me, you...ou... oh oh oh, I'm I'm I'm gonnnnnnaaaaaa aaarrrgggghhhhhh i'mmmmmmmmm coooommmmmiiiinnnng!" Her hips slammed down onto my cock and squeezed me tight. I could feel her lady spasming on Charlie, trying to milk him. It was enough. The roiling in my balls reached its peak as she collapsed on my chest and I hosed down her vaginal walls, setting off another mini climax. Her lips found mine and from the suction, I thought she was trying to find a new way to get pregnant.

We lay there for nearly ten minutes, joined at the genitals. We were kissing lightly, tongues involved, but barely, playing mostly. I was stroking her back, from her shoulders down to her ass, gently petting her. It wasn't until she moved to get off we realized Charlie was still imitating a dildo. Lande grinned and pushed herself back down to fully engulf him.

"Something you want to say?" she asked, grinning.

I nodded, returning her smile, and rolling to put her on her back. "Fuck you."

The gun bust made the national news. They were traced to a group back in the country where I rescued Pan. Because of the publicity, boat traffic around the island was so heavy I could have walked to shore, so one night, after dark, we made the leap home. Nana and Mom were waiting for me with open arms, and admonishments about being careful. Pan greeted Lande with a hug and kiss. "Congratulations, daddy," she said when they separated. "It looks like I get to try to have your first son."

"How can you tell so soon? She can't be more than two days pregnant."

"That's easy," she said with a smile. "I'm a witch."

It's a year later, almost. Nine and a half months. I'm in the obstetrics waiting room with Eileen, Lande, and Pan. Nana and Gramm are there, both holding my two, week-old daughters. Marie is there, holding Eileen's hand, whose belly is swollen with my son and we are waiting for Mom to add her daughter to the mix.

Somehow, I don't think my life is going to get less complicated.

The End (For now)