Grandma's in the Freezer! - A Grandpa/Granddaughter incest story.
It may not be as bad as it sounds.
Charlotte had been married 3 times when I met her. Things started out well for her in a Mormon marriage, Charlotte's first. Not the typical Mormon wife that dropped a dozen babies, Charlotte had just a daughter, and then one granddaughter. A miserable disappointment for her husband. If she was only to have one kid why couldn't it have been a son?
Then the old man with a very successful Mormon connected business died. By her own account he was a miserable bastard that was a full 12 years her senior. He left much of his money to the Mormon Church. When he died she remarried, and then remarried again.
From my own assumptions things fell apart when the old man died. Charlotte's anger at him leaving most everything to the Church only magnified her hatred for him. Her daughter even bailed on her when the daughter's husband and the 2nd husband couldn't get along.
I met Charlotte when we worked together. By then she had ditched all things Mormon and was on that 3rd husband. It didn't seem like the kind of friendship that would evolve. First of all, her 1st husband was 12 years older. Secondly, I was eight years younger. We joked that her husband could have been my Dad. Or not, I was never a Mormon.
Rumor had it that Charlotte liked to fuck around. There were a couple of dozen men that worked inside and outside the company and I later learned that she used work as kind of a personal hunting ground. Just backtracking from memory and the long lunches and flirty conversations I'd say she had bagged 12 or 15 of the available game.
Maybe I should have realized that when it came my turn. It came in an offhand remark when we were talking about a young woman's pleasant demeanor. Charlotte attributed it to her husband giving her a good pounding in the sack.
"Not like my husband that climbs on, shoots his load, and leaves me laying there."
Naughty conversations had attracted me to her, but this was over the top in my book. Then I realized it was more of an invitation than a comment.
Holy, shit! Me and Charlotte? She still had the body for a good fuck. Nice tits, round ass, and I guessed a "fuck me" smile. I was getting that smile right at that moment. Suddenly I didn't think of her as just a married co-worker and friend. That's when my brain turned loose all control of my body.
The following Saturday her husband was playing golf and I was fucking his wife.
I must have been stupid not to realize that her company romances were continuing. In addition to having a husband there was me and apparently several others dipping into it.
Somehow divorced husband number 3 and moved in with me. I was starting to catch on. There were a lot of unconfirmed times with me when she went missing for a little while and came home in a happy mood.
By the time I was 58 she turned 66 and things started to wobble a little bit. I had gotten in on the game. Caught her a few times simply by getting in my car and following her to her destination. It must have been a family thing because by the time things began to unravel I had tapped her daughter several times. It seemed to be in the genes, I guess.
Charlotte began to fade, losing memory, and appearing confused. She started confusing me with other guys she was fucking and kept saying silly things like, "we need rain".
Things got worse and I put a tracker on her phone. I'd have to go find her and she would be wandering the Walmart or the like in a haze. I'd find her and I'd hear the time worn comment, "we need rain" again. Worked pushed her to retire and who knows who she'd fuck or what she'd fuck up next.
Another dynamic in the family was her daughter and the granddaughter weren't getting along. The final step was when her daughter got caught fucking me. Charlotte thought I was her daughter's husband and told us we should fuck in our own place. Actually ran me out of the house.
This all happened to me during the five years Charlotte and I had been together at that time. Her daughter and I got along fine and I seemed to be immune to the fighting between the daughter and granddaughter. Chelsea was 13 when we first met. Now she had turned 18 and the child support ran out. The fighting increased until in was decided that Chelsea should live with us to help take care of grandma.
It wasn't perfect. It confused the hell out of Grandma. By then she had troubles determining who we were and questioned us in detail about why we were in her house. Then to end the argument she'd look out the window and say, "We need rain".
Chelsea and I hit if off. She began to love no yelling, no screaming Grandpa.
Grandma got even nuttier. Began talking about fucking men. She'd tell every story with great detail. "Couldn't wait to get his cock in me. Took a huge load of cum. Get his cock down in my throat."
Chelsea and I were embarrassed by it, but soon used it as entertainment. I gave some thought to bailing. However, with Chelsea needing a place to stay and Charlotte having a huge Social Security check by filing with her dead husband's name we were pretty well set. With him being long dead she got his full check every month and I was in the same job and doing okay. Chelsea's job was watching Grandma while I worked. She didn't even date.
Then one evening Chelsea went to her room to change for bed. She came back in her usual t-shirt and baggy shorts. Grandma had gone to sleep watching TV and slumped over on the couch. Usually when this happened Chelsea would sit on the floor in front of her. This time she started to sit and stopped.
"The floor is hard on my ass."
With that said she came to me in my recliner, slid sideways and ended up in my lap. She looked up to my face.
"This is a nice and comfortable spot, huh Grandpa?"
"You know, I'm not really your Grandpa."
"I know. I just like to call you that."
Chelsea didn't get her Grandma's or her mother's figure. It was hard to remember she was 18 now with her trim figure. She had boobs. I had admired them through her t-shirts when she would go braless. They were not very big boobs. One looked like it got a late start. I'd guess B-Cup, but to rate them individually ... B+ ... B-. But, they were boobs and very noticeable in front of her as she leaned back on my chest.
Her ass had a boyish roundness to it. Round enough to feel good sitting directly on my dick. Skinny, I'd describe her as skinny.
The closeness felt good. Maybe not so much Grandpa/Granddaughter as it should, but nice. Then she wiggled that ass. Not just a moving to get comfortable wiggle, but a I'm a naughty girl kind of wiggle. It had me thinking.
"Oh, my God! I've already fucked her mother and her grandmother!"
That little move had put her baggy short cloaked cunt right on the head of my cock. Did she know what she was doing? My cock throbbed a little as some blood surged to created some hardness.
I looked aver at Charlotte. She was snoring on the couch. Chelsea wiggle her pussy against my cock head. If she was wanting it she had me wanting it, too. If she was an innocent teen I about to make a fool of myself.
"I moved my arms from the armrests to where my hands were on her flat stomach. She wiggle again and spoke.
"This is nice Grandpa."
Her hand took my right hand on put it on her B+ tit. I left it there as the nipple hardened. She moved so my hand inched across her hard nipple. She turned her face up and twisted to kiss me. It went to tongues mating instantly. She turned over for us to be front the front. She managed to keep that little cunt right over the tip of my cock. With her boobs firmly against my chest I played with her ass. I quickly learned there was no underwear under the baggy shorts. I was touching her tender cunt. She opened her legs a little. Chelsea was wet. A finger went in and she moaned.
