Fucking His 3Rd Generation

Two sisters want to take their father to court for playing sex games with their post-teenage daughters. But their mother opposes the move on the sensible grounds that she, the mother, is also his daughter, and that he started playing sex games with them, the two litigating sisters, (also his granddaughters, therefore) when they were still quite young, just past their teenage years, culminating in their getting pregnant with him. Thus the youngsters in question are simultaneously his daughters and great-granddaughters!

His wife, the girls' mother, grandmother and great-grandmother wonders what the fuss is all about: all three generations of girls are his daughters! If it was punishment for incest with his children, for which generation of them would he be prosecuted, and which not? If the sentence was hanging, how many times could one man hang?

In the early years of their marriage, when she had first caught Harry in his grown-up daughters' bedroom, it had become awkward between them, but he seemed unable to stop his lust for his own blood, at the time mature women of twenty and twenty-two. True, he had always been very close to the girls since a very early age, but Marjory had never seen anything to suggest that he would eventually do such a horrible deed. The local elders were of no help at all, taking the position that the girls, being adults in their own right had not come forward for themselves. Therefore there was nothing that they, the elders could push forward.

She caught him again, but the third time it happened he was not in the least remorseful. She felt constrained to confront her daughters about sleeping with their father.

"Seraphine, how can you allow your own father to touch you?"

"I would rather do it with someone I knew and loved. Do you prefer that I go about with strange men?"

It was time to make everything explicit, in case the girl did not grasp the full import of her actions. "It is illegal to have sexual relations with a relative, my daughter. Have you thought about what would happen if you got pregnant?"

"Same answer mum! Unless you want me to sleep with any Tom, Dick or Harry," said the girl with a smirk. The pun hung in the air between them and Marjory felt the ground giving way under her feet. Afterwards, thinking about the whole sordid affair it felt horribly awkward that she should share a husband with the product of her loins. Marjory began to feel helpless in the teeth of this monster. She wondered which gods she had irritated so that incest should come to roost in her own family. What did her husband do to his daughter, that she seemed to desire him as much as he did her?

Her son, to further confuse her, had bloomed out into a good-looking young man. As if he had overheard her conversation with his sisters, she began noticing his eyes lingering on her breasts. There would be times he would brush close to her when passing her, behaviour she had not noticed before. "Or have I been insensitive, and he had had always been this way?" She could not be sure.

When Harry went on a work-related trip Bruce heightened his games with his mother. Early one morning he came into her room before she had finished dressing.

"Mum, there is some burning pain on my thigh. What could it be?"

"Let me see." He unzipped his trousers and sat down on the edge of her bed. He showed her a slight swelling on his inner thigh.

"This looks like a boil developing. It is best to do nothing until it ripens fully, then we can squeeze it out."

As she turned to see better in the dim light, she thought she saw the flash of the head of his cock. 'Does he not have his underwear?' she wondered. Her heart began beating with a strange excitement. Little did she realize that as she bent over, her bosom was visible to his marauding eyes. Suddenly she felt his hand on her upper arm. Before she could react, he had moved it to her chest and grasped her breast swinging free inside her blouse. He gave it a little squeeze.

All this happened so fast that she barely had time to fend him off. It was now a fact that Bruce had touched his mother's ripe breast. She heard his breath rasp even as she felt her own throat choke with emotion.

She slapped his wrist. "What have you done, you horrible boy?"

"If I was horrible you would not be as affected as you are, Mama Bruce!" She was slightly shocked that he did not call her "Mum" like he had done only a few minutes before. Then his hand went in between the blouse and her body, grasping her tit firmly. He squeezed it, making her nipple to send an urgent message to her spine and down to her cunt. Her legs gave way and she fell forward, butting him in the chest so that they both fell into the bed.

"Thanks for joining me in bed, you naughty woman! Now I will have my way with your body!" He rolled her in such a way that he could get at the other tit.

"Oh no, Bruce this isn't proper! Let me go this minute!" she tried to put all the authority into her voice, but instead heard an emotional little girl's voice.

Within no time he had fairly glued his lips to hers, and tried to push the tongue between her lips, while both hands were working magic on her titties.

"You mustn't, you wicked boy. What a flutter you have put me into: now get away. You ought not to kiss me like that."

But she only struggled faintly; his other hand slipped inside her bosom and felt those still lovely, firm orbs, as her heart palpitated and her lips gradually relaxed till his tongue fairly met hers tip to tip.

"Ah, you rogue! how bad you make me feel," returning his caresses, and rubbing one hand up and down his back, as if she only wished she dared put it in front.

"Bruce, Bruce, for shame, don't be so rude," as he suddenly placed her hand on his big prick which he had let out of his trousers. "What a size for a young boy of nineteen, and I believe you know a lot."

"I have wanted to do what Harry does to the women of this house. I too, am a man in my own right!" He rolled her completely onto her back making sure that his knee was between her legs. As she struggled her skirts revealed that she had been caught before she had put on her panties. His prick was now very near the place from which he had emerged just short of two decades before. Like a superb horseman he jockeyed himself to position his prick at his mother's cunt, which she been unable to let go of.

"Put me in, Marjory," he commanded in a voice that sounded like his father's when he was angry. Harry had been away for two days, during which Marjory had longed for his embraces. Now this younger version of him was just at her entrance about to give her what she had hungered for all night. She lined that cock to her hole and using her stomach muscles lifted him slightly to encourage his entry. He too pushed forward and felt his mother's warm welcome. He let his prick knead her lips spreading the wetness, then pushed eagerly to bury his whole length inside. It felt so heavenly!

"I came from here, and I have now returned. Instead of pain, this time I bring you pleasure," he declared in his bold voice. With that he began pumping away at his mother's cunt.

"Oooh, my very own flesh and blood, come back to repay me! Welcome, big man!"

Only a few strokes were sufficient to take the two right over the edge into that wonderful country where the sun shines bright and sounds mingle with feelings. They pulsed against each other in pure bliss, causing Marjory to return again and again to that blissful shore.

She clung tightly to her son as they climbed down again and lay there for long minutes unaware of the time, until they heard sounds in the rest of the house betraying the fact others had woken up.

The boil did indeed develop to ripeness, when she was finally able to squeeze the pus out and clean the wound for him. It had created opportunity for Bruce to return again and again to his mother's bedroom and enjoy her body, before Harry returned from town. This meant that their chances for getting together became more rare, but priceless for that very reason. Marjory found that her indignation at her husband's behavior with his daughter now bothered her less and less.

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In time Marjory learnt that Seraphine was pregnant. She wanted a reason to be furious with her, but she was fairly sure the culprit was her dad. She finally brought a daughter into the world. The father of both girls happily paid the maternity fees, and bought clothes, laundry and bath equipment for them. The new mother was supremely happy to bring up her daughter in her mother's house.

The little girl grew up to be delightful and a joy to her grandmother, to the extent that she began to doubt the wisdom of the law forbidding relations between father and daughter. Her family was very secure under the wings of Harry. No longer were his visits to his daughter's room furtive.

"My daughter, don't you have a care that these dalliances with your father will result in other pregnancies?"

"I have no need of any other man in my life. I hear my colleagues at work talking about boyfriends. Why should I want to start from scratch with a strange human being?" said Seraphine.

"It has always been that way since the beginning of the world."

"How do I know how he has been brought up, his likes and dislikes, what he is like when angry, or insecure. I know our dad since we were kids! Why do you want me to take a route through the unknown, full of stress?"

"You are alright with being the wife of a man, whose wife you also know?" she asked hoping to shame her.

"Mum, mum, if you are asking if we are jealous of you when he sleeps in your bedroom, no, it does not bother us at all. Experience has taught me that he is just as good whether he has been with my sister or not," said Seraphine.

Marjory was shocked to hear such words from her own daughter, one that she had nurtured. She feared that she would soon become pregnant with her father's seed again.

"Besides," reasoned the daughter, "where would he take all that energy? Another unknown woman out there, who may be infected with something horrible? We are working together Mum, to keep him home, and ourselves protected. Don't you agree?"

"You are impossible!" And turned away so that she did not see the relief on her face that at least she was sharing her man with her own flesh and blood rather than some wild prostitute.

When she shared this conversation with Bruce, he merely chuckled. As his prick slid in and out of his beloved mother's cunt, he said, "My sister is imminently sensible. I love her to bits." And he revealed that he had brought Seraphine into the family fold too. Marjory chuckled in her turn, inwardly, that it was in fact Bruce who was the latecomer. Before she could quite digest this reality, Seraphine became pregnant again.

She resisted all suggestions of moving out to her own quarters despite holding good jobs. By the time Charity and Beth were of school going age, their mother could afford a car. Family outings regularly included the parents, whether shopping, to watch tennis matches which all three generations enjoyed. They had picnics, and outings to boat in Lake Naivasha several times.

The little girls loved their grandparents greatly. At puberty they blossomed into beautiful young women, taking after their grandmother who still looked attractive enough to hook a boy toy. She certainly held appeal to Harry who slept with her more often than some of her women friends could boast of.

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Charity and Beth grew up in a very living and warm household, headed by Marjory and her husband. They were so free with their grandfather (father to be truly honest), that the matron sometimes wondered whether the relationship would go the same way as their mothers'. Their uncle Bruce displayed a great fondness for them, regularly taking them out to meals in town.

It came as no surprise therefore when she caught Harry playing with Beth's tits in the laundry room. The girl, only recently past her eighteenth, tried to look innocent but was surprised when her grandfather seemed unworried about being caught. She had over time noticed that her mother was also so free with her grandfather so that he touched her intimately at mealtimes or sometimes just passing each other. Her aunt was given the same treatment, causing no comment either by his wife or by either sister. Then, one afternoon, it was her luck to catch her cousin Charity being fondled by their grandfather in the garden shed.

She exalted that Charity had yet to taste their grandfather's cock, while she already had had him twice. The first time she had tasted her grandfather's loving, she had never had an experience to equal it. On another occasion, when Seraphine caught her with him in bed one afternoon, she thought her mother would fly off the handle.

"Harry, are you not afraid of the diseases of inbreeding?" she said to him.

And her grandfather answered as calmly as if they were discussing a crop of maize in the fields, "The risk is higher, true, but unless there are several generations, its still quite low."

"You sound as if you have taken a degree in the subject," and she turned and walked out of the room without another word.

And without another word, her grandfather resumed his fondling and kissing. He took her to the heights of ecstasy quite as if nothing had come in between!

But that conversation between her mum and grandfather opened her eyes that though she was granddaughter to Marjory, she was really daughter to Harry. Soon enough, Charity learnt that Beth was pregnant. She was dumbfounded that neither her mother, nor her grandmother, was bothered to find the culprit. Since she had come to revel in her grandfather's cock, she supposed that Charity had had a taste of it and found it to be as delightful as she did. Her fear of falling pregnant by her father evaporated on that thought.

She did catch it from the old man in the coming months so that the sisters progressed through their pregnancies almost in tandem. Nobody in the household seemed to think anything of the old man handling some of the prenatal clinic expenses, as any father would. Which of course he was. They delivered their babies, who by a strange coincidence turned to be daughters, a month apart.

These babies, Serah and Grace, came home to a much larger household than the mothers had, some twenty-three years earlier. They had mothers, a grandfather and grandmothers, a great-grandmother. They also had a great-grandfather who doubled up as their father. The outpouring of love in this family is unimaginable to simple folk like you and me who have never had the fortune of being born into such an environment. They grew up to be very well-balanced individuals, who as soon as they reached their eighteenth birthday began to enjoy being petted by their great-grandfather. In time they too joined him in his bed.

Even though their mothers want to take their protest the old man's treatment of them to court, they, Serah and Grace, would be more in agreement with their great-grandmother, if the matter came under discussion. In fact I would speculate freely that the rest of the family would outvote the mothers.