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 Story #1 - , from Family
Letters, Sept. 1998

	We were always worried about little Johnny while he was growing
up.  He was so clumsy and awkward that he almost killed himself
a couple of times.  It was even worse in high school, for none
of the girls would give the klutz the time of day.

	We loved our grandson with all our hearts, especially me, being
his Grandpa and all.  Why, I still remember bouncing him on my
knee while he was still a young lad.  When his mother called to
say that Johnny had a delicate problem, we knew we had to help
and I had just the solution in mind, being from the old school.

	You see, Johnny couldn't get laid for shit, and I couldn't have
my eighteen year old grandson staying a virgin and not giving us
any grandchildren.  The solution was simple.

	His mother called and suggested that we break him in the same
way I broke her in when she was about that age.  My daughter
certainly didn't need assistance in finding a man, quite the
contrary, for she was a looker.  It was just that she was
beautiful and I had this fatherly urge to impregnate her and
deflower her all at the same time.  Little Johnny didn't know
it, but I was really his father as well as his grandfather. 
Interesting, huh

	I told Cybil to bring him to the farm and the four of us would
have a real good time, if you know what I mean.  She sounded
real excited, not only for Johnny's virginity problems, but I
also think she missed the size of her father's, that me, very
large pecker.  She sure couldn't get enough of it in her younger
years and my wife got a tad jealous that I kept on bumping
uglies with my daughter six times a day, seven days a week. 
Needless to say, she was a mite relived when our daughter found
another man and moved out on her own.  Don't get me wrong, she
still came over for the family reunion, of a sexual sort, and we
had one hell of a time, but I was sure looking forward to their
visit.

	The day arrived when Cybil and Johnny came down to the farm. 
Johnny had two weeks off from school and we planned to educate
him to the fullest extent of the incestuous boundaries that we
have practiced within our family for generations.  Now, don't go
giving me that hogwash about kids coming up deformed and the
like, cause all our kids that were begat within the family were
bright and healthy from day one.

	Grandma Jane greeted Johnny with a big hug and a kiss that made
Johnny's face turn beet read.  I think she gave him a little
tongue and he looked a mite surprised.  I could see the size of
his pecker grow to new dimensions inside of his pants and I just
knew that he thought his grandma was still a looker at the ripe
old age of fifty-eight.

	I, in turn, didn't show any shame as I kissed my daughter for
several minutes with our tongues in each other's mouth.  Johnny
first had a look of disgust and wanted to slap it off him, but
that quickly turned to lust as he asked his grandmother for
another kiss and this time he was tonguing her!  I told you that
lad learns fast.

	We went into the house and I suggested that we have a glass of
cold lemonade.  Johnny just sat there quite as a church mouse as
we went into detail about we have been having family orgies way
back to the early seventeen hundreds.  He smiled, but I knew he
was thinking one of two things: that he was the luckiest man
alive, or that he was the victim of a family full of loonies. 
Both would have been true.

	We all headed out to the inground pool that I saved my pennies
years for, and I was still paying those ridiculous payments, but
the fun we had in it over the years was worth every red cent. 
Johnny was already told that he would be fucking his mom and his
grandma for the whole two weeks, but I also explained to him
that he had to share with me.  I wasn't about to watch, as I
wanted a piece of my wife and daughter, too.

	We all took off our clothes until we were standing clad in our
birthday suits.  Johnny was taking it all in and he was staring
so hard at everyone, that I thought he was gonna start some of
that spontaneous combustion.  Thank goodness we were standing by
the water.

	I was getting an eyeful myself, since my daughter was still
gorgeous at thirty-six and I couldn't wait to relive old times
by poking her with my pecker. She had long brown hair in tight
curls, a set of nice, size C-cup titties, and an ass and pair of
thighs that still had no cellulite.  Needless to say, my pecker
was admiring the sun up in the sky all the while I was admiring
her.

	Johnny was a strapping young lad and I was proud of him, for
although he had a skinny, weasel-like body, he took after me in
tool department, for his cock was a good ten inches, about the
same as mine.  I could see his mother and grandmother staring at
it and I could just bet what was going through their nasty
little minds.  Probably the same thing as was going through
mine.  Let's get to it!

	We all got in and Johnny decided that it would only be right if
he did his mother first.  I also wanted a piece of that fine ass
and that was exactly what I was gonna take, as I got behind my
daughter.

	Grams was content to watch for now, as Johnny drove his penis
into that warm inviting snatch from where he came and, at the
same time, I pushed in the sphincter of my sweet little princess
who grew up in a hurry (although she still looked as good as the
day that I first fucked her and took her cherry).

	Soon we were both in her for keeps and we began to pound away
at her flesh.  I could feel our cocks almost rubbing together as
they thrust into my daughter and his mom, separated only by a
thin layer of flesh between both of her holes that were taking a
hammering.  It felt kind of weird, for I don't remember
double-banging a lass before, but it felt real good, too, and by
the look on Johnny's face, he agreed.

	Her ass was tighter even than I remembered  it, probably cause
she was getting double fucked and both holes together could only
get stretched so much.  The water provided a good greasing as I
banged her bum like I used to do when she misbehaved, except
this time she was being real good and pleasing her two men to
the best of her natural born ability.  I pumped that ass for all
I was worth, thrusting in and out with deeper and deeper
strokes.  I wondered if she remembered that I liked to get
sucked off real clean after I fucked her long and deep.  Grandma
didn't like to suck a dirty cock, but Cybil sure did, if I
remembered correctly.

	Little Johnny, or should I refer to his pecker and say Big
Johnny, was fucking his own mother like there was no pussy left
in the world as good as this.  Little did he know, there wasn't 
Cybil started screaming as she went through one womanly wonder
after another, and I just see the smile on Johnny's face because
he knew he was pleasing his mother.

	Johnny was just fucking her and I was wondering when he was
going to pay attention to his mother's gorgeous, firm tits.  He
must have been on the same lust wave, as I like to call them,
because no sooner did I think it, than he began to take them
into his mouth and suck on those big nipples like he was
transported back in time when he was still getting breast fed. 
He seemed to be enjoying it more than he did when he was a kid,
that was for sure, because he was eagerly sucking like milk
would come out.  I could see his wretched grin through his
sucking.

	I was getting old and I simply couldn't hold in anymore, as I
dumped an ancient load of my sperm sauce into my daughter's
tight buns.  I didn't want to disturb the two of them, so I sat
on the edge of the pool.  Grandma was so overcome with lust from
watching, that she didn't argue about sucking off my dirty cock
after I fucked our daughter long and deep.

	I could see Johnny was watching this and he was getting even
hotter, so hot, in fact, that he dumped his active sperm right
up in where it counts.  If Cybil wasn't on BC, I had no doubt
that he would impregnate his own mother with a child of his own
during the two weeks to come.

	Grandma was always a good sucker, and even though I'm a
sixty-eight year old man, I grew hard in her mouth and I knew it
was time to fuck good old Grandma.  I wasn't about to be greedy,
so I offered our young stud over there that if he could get it
up in a hurry, then he could have a  piece of his Grams.  He
sure did, by George, and I could have sworn that it popped up on
command.

	This time I wasn't about to take a back seat, so we traded
positions and he got to fuck his grandma's semi-tight, flabby
buns, while I treated that antiquated pussy like it was still
young and fresh.  I got my pecker in her snatch easily enough. 
Grandma had one of those squeezing pussies that I loved so much
when she was younger, I married her even though I swore I would
never settle down.  Her pussy was still dynamite as it squeezed
my cock into total submission

	Mom was watching now, with a sense of pride and accomplishment
written on her face as she watched her son do her mother's ass. 
Even though she was forty years older, he seemed to like it just
as much as if she was eighteen, for he was giving it all his
vigor so it made Grandma scream like she hadn't done in years. 
I kind of felt flushed, for I was getting jealous of my own
grandson and there was really no reason.

	Johnny was putting it to the old lass and she was having more
orgasms in that one double fuck than she had in eons.  Besides,
I could see that beam of joy on her face and I was happy for
her.  Johnny would be, too, if he didn't have his eyes closed he
was so into shoving his rod into her.

	I, on the other hand, couldn't take any more of that squeezing
pussy, so I copped out and dumped my sperm into her and then
gave her a little of that tongue that she likes so much, while I
caressed her sagging breasts.

	Johnny's mom decided she want to give her son some more
pleasure, so she snuck up behind him and began to finger his
ass.  I laughed at the expression on his face when he felt that
first finger.  His eyes grew wide and seconds later he was
pushed overboard as he sent his cum flying into his grandma's
sagging butt.

	Well, we all went inside after we toweled each other off, and
headed upstairs into the bedroom.  I had a special bed made for
just such occasions, and it could have fit six people
comfortably.  It was a king's kings-size, and we all claimed
onto the royal bed for good old fashioned fucking.

	I had to give it a rest for a while, so I was content on eating
Grandma's pussy while Johnny went right back to his mother's
snatch, promising her that after he doused it with more of his
manly juice that he would give her a well-deserved ass fucking
on top of that.  I just wished I was a teenager again.

	I ate Grandma's delectable snatch until she came on my tongue. 
I have to say that I have found no better wine in the world
during my years than good old female cum.  It has a certain
flavor that tastes great all the time.

	Grandma and I watched from then on in, for we were getting on
the old side and kind of tired, but we loved watching Little
Johnny pump his mother's snatch and listening to her cry out for
him to do her harder and faster, and what a good fuck he was,
and all that.  She was coming like the fountain of eternal
youth, and I bet if Johnny had the chance he would too.

	He did that pussy justice, as he must have made several dozen
strokes before he filled her full of cum again, and I still
remember today the words he used as he was shooting off into
her.  He said, "Mom, this right here is gonna make our first
child."

	Wouldn't you know that she began to round out something fierce
like five months later.  He must have had a magic snake charmer
in his pants, because if he didn't call it on the mark, then he
made a pretty good guess.  But that's neither here nor there.

	Grandma and I fell asleep while we watched him fuck her ass for
what seemed like hours, and damn near probably was.  He came in
her and then ordered her to suck his dirty dick.  She seemed so
happy to do it that it was a little sick watching, but it was a
family thing and who can understand better than relatives.  As
soon as we awoke, we all took a bath together in a big
old-fashioned tub.  That was a story all by itself, for we were
in there for so long doing all sorts of things besides getting
clean that Grandma and I came out with twice as many wrinkles as
we cam in with, damn near.

	Cybil and Johnny now fuck like rabbits, even when they're not
here, and they blessed us with four lovely
granchildren/great-grandchildren, depending on how you look at
it geneology-wise.

	Let me tell ;you that those two weeks were a blast, and they
still come by for weeks at a time for family fun.  My
granddaughter, Sam, is just as cute as can be, and I just wish
that when she turns eighteen I would be able to fuck her, but
sadly, I can't do it anymore.  Don't cry for me, though.  I
lived my whole life fucking incest style, and take it from a man
with many years gone by, it's the best way to live.  Ask Little
John; he'd agree, too.

						Pennsylvania
