For the many who have asked. Chapter 3, I have been told would be shifted to The Extreme section because it contains doggie action. I was told it would be a week before it appears. The week has long passed so who know when. 80niner
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Weeks later, when Mom came home just before suppertime she had a man with her. I had met Grand-dad Smiley a few times when he visited though we were never close. He seldom stayed more than a week. The rough hewn man was in his mid-seventies. Tall and thin, sunburned from a life out of doors. He had a thick brush of iron gray hair. . He shook my hand with a firm grip and looked me in the eye, "You've grown some since I saw you."
He handed me a twenty and said it would be nice if I went to town to eat and saw a movie or two. "Your mom and me, we need to have a long talk and it's best we have it alone."
I thanked him and drove to town. I ate at the local Burger Joint and cruised Main street looking for someone I knew. Miz Liz had been out of town for almost a week and wasn't due back for several days. Jasmine had gone home so I couldn't ask her. Dirk went to school out of town when the rumors spread that his mother and he were sharing the same bed.
Mom and I had not got to the point where we did it that regularly but we had helped each other, in a sexual way, since the day I caught her strapping herself. She sometimes let me bathe her and when she had a difficult time coming, I spanked her butt and made it red. Still there were times I suspected she would have rather been across some woman's lap than mine.
In spite of all the screwing I had done, it had been mostly with older women and they were beyond my reach at the moment. While I had done everything, outside of Jasmine and Alma, I had never made it with a girl remotely near my own age. While always willing, it had been the older woman making the advances and leading me into my adventures with the possible exception of my sister. I wished Alma were here.
It suddenly occurred to me that I knew why Mom and her dad wanted to be alone. They wanted some private time for fucking and maybe him punishing her. I got in the car and headed home.
I parked over at Miz Liz's place and walked across to our house. I sneaked into the house and up the stairs, expecting them to be in Mom's bedroom. The house was empty.
I went back outside. A dim light shown from the lower part of the barn. I went around back and sneaked up the ladder to the loft and worked my way to where I could look down on them. Two lanterns, hung on opposite sides of the the rather bare storage room that had been used at one time for a hired hand to stay during harvest season.
There was a cot and a chair there but they had been shoved aside. My mother was strung up so that ,while her feet touched the floor, her hands were stretched upward by separate ropes that hung from the studs overhead. Naked, angry red welts marked her thighs and buttocks. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
My grandfather was naked too. Not totally stiff, his slender dick hung elongated down his scrawny, hairy leg. It looked fully ten inches long. His balls hung low in his crinkled scrotum and his crotch was hidden in snow white, pubic hair.
My mother moaned. "Get it hard. I need your long thing up my ass."
"I'm trying," said the old man, "The old cock don't stand as easy as it once did. It takes a lot of striping on your butt to make it stand again."
"Then Do It!" sobbed my mother. "Warm my ass until it bleeds if you have to but you've got to do me again. Nothing can touch that spot the way your cock does."
The old man had tears in his eyes as he put the strap to her. With each stroke his cock seemed to fill out a bit more and stand out a little more until it was tilting almost straight out.
"Please," pleaded my mother, "I need it."
The old man lifted a small bottle of baby oil from the floor and covered his long, stiff dong so that it shone in the flickering light. He moved behind my mother and put the gleaming, red head to my mother's asshole and fed it to her. Half of his rod disappeared on the first thrust. From there he proceeded more slowly but soon it all disappeared up her back passage. I could not imagine the depth of that long slim rod buried in my mother's bowels but it must have reached past her navel.
I had cautiously slipped out of my pants. I knew I would have to cum while watching them. He was hurting my mother but I also knew that she needed it and the pain of him not doing it was worse that what he did.
I don't know how long he plowed into her. She kept moaning and crying, "So good. So good. But you have to come too."
"That ain't as easy as it once was neither. My prostate needs a deep massage every once in a while and I ain't had one recently."
"If Jay were here, he'd do it for you," said Mom.
"Would he be knowing of such things? I thought he'd be more for putting it to the girls."
"He does that," gasped Mom. "He does that real good."
"Good for him, All the same I'd like me a long hard one up my butt right now to help get me off."
I dropped out of the loft, like Batman ready to plug Robin. I crept up behind him. I figured he didn't deserved the oil. I spit on on my cock head. He first knew I was there when I touched his brown asshole and drove forward. He let out a scream as I popped his outer ring and pressed into him. "All right old man. You want your ass fucked, you'll get an ass fucking to remember."
"Would that be your boy, Pauline?"
"That's Jay," moaned Mom.
"And that's Jay's puny prick up your scrawny ass," I grunted.
"Oh God, Jay, " said my mother, "You're making his prick harder. So good. So Good."
"You know," I panted, "this old asshole isn't bad." I continued stroking him as hard as I could.
"Good boy," gasped my grandfather, "you're tickling my spot. I'm thinking I might be coming."
"You better after the way you whipped my mother."
"She needed it, Boy. I don't like doing that to her," he pleaded.
"That's the truth, Jay. I begged him."
"Make me come," pleaded the old man.
"Make him come," pleaded my mother, "Make him come, so he'll make me come again."
"I'm going to shoot," I said. I rammed into him as hard as I could and as far as I could between those hard, thin ass cheeks and squirted a load deep into his hungry bowels. I spewed my gooey, white stuff far up that quivering ass. The old man's sphincter clenched me and I felt his contractions as he flooded my mothers guts.
I slipped out of the old man. His long, softening, flesh probe slipped out of my mother and slapped against his leg as he fell to his knees from exhaustion. I cut the ropes and let my mother turn to fall into my arms.
"We should get into the house and clean you up," I said. "We need to rub something into all those welts."
My mother nodded. "It hurts like hell but I feel as though an army of demons have been driven out of me."
She flinched as I put my arm around her and led her to the door. The old man got to his feet and took her other arm. Naked, dicks swinging heavily, we crossed the dark, back yard and entered the house.
We led her up to the bathroom and got her into the tub. After we bathed her, her father and I showered. We put her to her bed and as gently as we could, rubbed salve over her back, buttocks and thighs . She moaned softly and, contentedly, went to sleep.
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The old man and I went down stairs. We found a jug of wine in the refrigerator. He raised his glass. "I guess your mom told you about us."
"Some. She said, you've been fucking her for a long time."
He nodded. "Her mother and me, we never hit it off . When the old woman took off. I never saw her again."
"I didn't know that." "Pauline wouldn't sleep by herself. Maybe she was afraid I'd leave her too. I shouldn't have, but I let her crawl into my bed."
"That's sad."
"You know the way a man wakes in the morning. Sometimes I kicked off the covers She'd wake up and notice the difference.
"I can see how that might happen."
Soon we were doing things a father and daughter shouldn't be doing."
"Well, I guess that didn't hurt anybody, being as you never got her pregnant."
"I done that once."
