As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18.
Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.
The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
In this chapter I am again using shifting perspectives in order to enhance character development. Please give me feedback on whether or not you like this.
As always, please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.
Thinking this was where the sucking part of cocksucking came in, I did it. It must have been the right thing to do since Ricky put one hand on the back of my head while moaning my name over and over. My tightly wrapped fingers were sliding up and down his shaft rapidly.
"Gran, Gran, you're going to make me come."
I sucked harder.
"Gran, Gran, Gran..."
I sucked even harder, feeling my cheeks puckering.
"That's it, Gran! I'm cummming! I'mmmmm cumming!"
My grandson flooded my mouth with his semen. I choked on it. There was just too much for me to swallow.
Ricky:
Poppa came home from the hospital this afternoon. Of course, he wanted to go directly to the church in order to check on things and catch up. The doctor had said he needed more time to recuperate. Only dire threats of more bodily injury by Momma and Gran kept him home.
It was a school day for Sissy and I so we rushed home as fast as our feet would carry us once the final bell had rung. At home, we gave Poppa big hugs and told him how much we had missed him.
The police had also stopped in to update us on the investigation into our home invasion. The family car had been found abandoned in the next town over from us. There was no sign of the robbers though. Their identities had been confirmed by fingerprints from our home on the night in question as well as from the car itself. They would remain high on local police forces' wanted lists.
Gran offered to drive me over to the police station, about an hour's drive away, so I could bring the car home. The police had said there was no apparent damage to it and it was as drivable as ever.
I was coming out of my bedroom after changing out of my school clothes -uniforms ugh!- when Momma beckoned to me from the partially opened bathroom door. I walked towards her, Momma grabbed me by the arm, pulling me into the bathroom with her.
With no words spoken, we were in a tight embrace in seconds. Momma lifted her face up to be kissed. We began French kissing, our tongues moving from mouth to mouth. Momma was a great kisser, better than any of my high school girlfriends.
My hands slid down Momma's back to her ass. I cupped a strong, firm cheek in each hand squeezing as hard as I could, pulling her even closer to me until her covered pussy was rubbing against my sweat pant covered crotch. We kept up with our passionate soul kisses while grinding away on each other's body.
"I'm sorry, honey, but that's enough for now. You need to go get the car before it's too late."
"Yes, Momma," I said giving her ass one last squeeze and sharing one more kiss.
Minutes later, Gran and I were off on our errand. Much to my surprise, Gran asked me to drive.
Momma:
My husband is home. His head wound has healed nicely as has his concussion. His physical health is good. But nothing that I know of has changed his sexual health. I love my husband and want him to be healthy.
But what about my health? My sexual tide has turned. I don't see how I can go back to what Poppa and I had before. Too much has happened since the home invasion.
I don't want him to stick his dick in me for a few minutes every month. Even if I could teach him to make love to me, properly, I don't know if that would be enough.
I know I don't want to give up my son's cock. I want to be fucked hard the way he does it. Ohhh, the vigour of youthfulness comes through in his fucking me. He takes his time, pleasures me, and when I'm ready, he slams his rod into me hard enough to make me scream.
And, Sissy! Now that I have tasted and enjoyed a woman, I don't want of give up that either. I only want more. My mother in law was the same as Sissy but different. Sissy is a more commanding sexual partner while Mother needs to be led to sex.
I found Mother and my son in bed last night when Sissy and I came home from our shopping trip. They looked so calm and peaceful lying on the bed naked together. The rumpled mess of sheets and blankets showed that their time together had been anything but calm and peaceful.
I can't go back to the way things were before. Now that my son and daughter have taught me, forced me to be a sexually open woman, I can't lock that door closed again.
Ricky:
Gran was watching the scenery as we drove along the country road that was a main route to the next town. Not the fastest route, mind you, but the most pleasant drive. The road was almost overwhelmed by trees on both sides. Some of the trees met up high, creating a beautiful canopy over the road. In the late afternoon, the sun was often blocked out, meaning we were driving through shady forested tunnels.
I had thought Gran was admiring the scenery but her reflection in the window showed that she was actually looking at me. I wondered what she was thinking. About her and I fucking, no doubt. Was Gran sorry that we had done it?
Sissy:
These past few days had been incredible. I'm sorry about Poppa being hurt by those monsters but, at least, he is going to be well. Momma says he just needs to be quiet and rest for a few more days.
Before this all happened I had never thought of a woman in a sexual way. Of course, I had thought about boys. I'm eighteen years old. At one time or another I had wondered what most of the boys in my grade looked like without their clothing on. And, Ricky too, for that matter. I often tried to see him naked by accident. No luck with that though. I had even thought of asking him to show me his cock.
Fucking my brother, Ricky, was a simply incredible experience. I want more. But Poppa has seen me naked. Does he remember? Does he think I'm sexy? Momma says he doesn't fuck a lot. Can I change that?
Ricky:
"Ricky, find somewhere to pull over, please. We need to talk," said Gran.
Oh, oh, I thought. I may not be much of a man of the world but my girlfriends have taught me already that any conversation that started like that was not a good thing. Obviously I knew what the topic of the conversation would be and likely could guess what the final words would be. Gran did not want to have sex with me any more.
A few miles up the road was a spot well known to the high school crowd of both towns. Mostly, it was used for make out sessions and back seat encounters. I pulled in, drove as far from the road as possible and parked.
I turned in my seat to face Gran. I wanted to get this over with as quickly and as least humiliatingly as possible.
Leaning back against the passenger door, Gran looked at me with eyes so sad, tears could not be far behind.
"Ricky, you know I love you, right?"
