BREEDING MY GRANDSON


By DannyR  (MMM/b, M/g, oral, anal, incest, ws, extreme pedo, racial)
Copyright 2006-2011.  All rights reserved

Notes:  Dont forget, guys:  Inquiring authors want to know -- what did you think?  So when youre done, put your fingers to a  dried-off, cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing:  dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

Disclaimer:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the law for the harshest penalties the law allows.  Now that we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.


BREEDING MY GRANDSON

Part 5.  Timmys Half-Year Birthday

The day Timmy was six months old was another day of firsts.

Pop, Ray-Ray and Robbie had been staying with us for a couple of weeks, although nothing had gone on with the twins.  Someone kept them occupied and out of the way when Pop was fucking Diane, or Bobby, or Alan, or Amy, or any of the child molesting was going on.  

No one wore condoms when fucking Diane or Amy. If they bred, they bred, and it didnt matter who the father was. After all, we were just using them to breed another generation of kids to molest. Although I have to admit that the idea of having another nigger grandchild was a turnon, so I was more than half hoping that Jerome would win the prize.

Although Pop clearly enjoyed fucking Diane, especially since she worked so damned hard to be a good fuck for him, and he liked Amys cunny even moreas I could tell since I was watching while it happenedstill, the old mans cums were hardest when it was male cunt he was fucking.

I guess it was mean, but I made Pop wait until Timmy hit his half year birthday before letting him sex the boy.  Up until then, Id been the only man dicking him, and I wasnt sure I was ready to change that just yet, but fuck! the idea of the boys great-grandfather fucking his talented and well-trained little mouth was too much. And, hell, Id pretty much promised him he could the day of our phone sex.

So on little Timmys half-year birthday I had Earl carry the baby nigger into Alan and Dianes bedroom, where Alan and Bobby were waiting.  And Jerome.

Id debated about keeping the half-year birthday a family affair, but Earl had so much enjoyed watching a big nigger fuck his grandson Bobby (well, and the rest of it, too), that I decided to let Jerome in.

I grinned at the memory of that fuck.  I had Bobby call Jerome at work, and do the Im such a horny little slut boy routine, nobody has a cock as big as yours and I really need some huge meat in my kid cunt, so maybe you could come over at lunch?  When youre the head of the firm, unless youre in court, you can pretty damned much arrange your own schedule the way you want it. So it was no problem for Jerome to leave for his nooner.

It was a bit of a problem for Jerome, though, at least at first. He used his key to enter Alans home, pulled his thick long meat out of his slacks and stroked it hard, and walked into Bobbys bedroom to find the pussy boy on all fours on the bed, his lube-shiny cunt lips aimed at the door.  And found me, naked and hard, sitting on the bed.  And an old naked man he didnt know, with scrawny legs and arms, sagging skin, a hairy belly, standing next to me while I jacked his thick, veiny hardon.

I tilted my head at Pop.  This is Earl, Bobbys great granddaddy. Hes never seen a nigger fuck boy cunt, so I told him he could watch you molest Bobby.

Christ, but Jerome was furious. He had a perfect life. He had a lighter-skinned nigger trophy wife who had no fucking idea what her husband was really like, and two perfectly groomed, prep school type nigger boys from his previous marriage. He lived in almost the most upscale part of the city (I lived in the upscale part). He was the most powerful nigger in the state, politically, socially, financially. He was at the top of the fucking nigger heap. He gave the orders. He didnt put on porn shows for two whiteys to jack to.

Except he didnt have any choice.  Well, one choice.  He could refuse, tuck his horny nigger dick away and walk away. For good. But in the couple of months since I first learned about my nigger grandson, and started molesting the slut, Id learned a lot about Jerome. Some things Im not sure he was even really aware of. Yeah, he got off on fucking Diane, and Im sure his wife, and the other women in his life, both before and now. And who wouldnt get off on molesting a little girl whore like Amy?  But what gets him really hard is a little boy. Id seen him cumming in Diane and Amy, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldnt be as impassive as he thought he was, and his face clearly showedat least to a fellow pedo with a thing for boy pussythat cumming in Bobbys cunt was better than any of the other cums.

He was a fucking heroin addict, I was his sole supplier, and he was too afraid of being found out (for all his bravado) to find another.  And if I cut him off, he was through with kids, unless he wanted to risk bringing another associate in his firm, one with children, in on all this.  Which he wouldnt.  So he got himself under control, though in reality only I knew hed ever lost it for even a second, shrugged, and with his leaking dick leading the way, moved toward the bed.

Not a fucking chance in hell.

Earl, here, well, hes never seen a naked nigger.

There was only a slight hitch in his step as he finished walking to where Bobby was impatiently waiting for his cunt to get well-used. Having come from his office, Jerome had probably left his suit coat in the living room, but he was still wearing his vest and tie and the rest of the high powered very expensive attorney attire. He may have been a little pissed that basically he was stripping because Id told him to, but at the same time he was a bit of an exhibitionist about his body. With a cock that thick, large pecs with large tits, a washboard stomach, he had a right to be egotistical. He made a production out of scratching his big balls and hefting his hard meat once he was naked, and then he got on the bed, used his knees to spread Bobbys legs a little wider, leaned forward and plunged his cock into my grandsons cunt. Bobby squealed like the little slut he is, and then settled into moaning as Jerome began plowing his hole.

Once he got his rhythm going, I said, You know, Earl, here, has never eaten a niggers ass, either.

Now, when Earl arrived and we got started with all this, he was very definitely of the Im a pedo who likes young kiddy cunt, preferably boys, but I aint no queer persuasion. My kids, my rules. He learned to enjoy eating man cunt on Alan, preferably before fucking it, and had even eaten me out a time or two. My father-in-law definitely has a talented tongue. And there was definitely no objection from Jerome once Earl got started, just a sigh and a rough Fuck, yeah, eat mah fuckin black ass, mothafucka, while he paused his fucking and then started up again.

It was time for the nigger to learn what all niggers had to learn. Whites rule.

You know, Earl, here, has never had any nigger pussy. I said he could have yours.

Jerome let his anger be visible this time.  He yanked his cock out of Bobby, shoved Earl out of the way and stood up, his slimy, shiny cock still hard and sticking straight out. A vein in the top of his head was bulging, his fists were clenched. No fucking way.

I kept my courtroom cool, which was kind of a turnon in and of itself, since I was naked and hard. Time to make the implicit explicit.  I own you, nigger. He started to say something but I overrode him.  I have since the night you gave in to my threats and came over here. You really believed Id go public about what youd been doing to my grandkids, and my son and my daughter-in-law? A scandal like that would have ruined me, too, even though I wouldnt be in jail over it. And yeah, Im a pedo like you and Ive been fucking these kids like you, so we have a mutual freedom-from-blackmail society going here.

I laughed. Looked down at my harder than ever meat, realized how hard it made me to put a nigger in his place. His eyes followed, then shifted back to mine. I also own the kids, nigger. Including your son. Sure, people have figured out that that slut cuckolded my son, given the obvious nigger heritage of little Timmy, but he was born in wedlock, which makes him legally my grandson. So heres the new deal it wasnt all of the deal, actually, as I had more in mind.  You do what I fucking say and you get to go on using Bobby and Amy. Eventually youll get to fuck your own son. Or you can get dressed and leave. And stay away. Im sure I can find some other nigger, probably one of your many nigger thug clients, who can satisfy any craving my family has for dark meat.

I shut up, and Jerome stayed silent. Face under control. Looking like he was thinking it over. I knew he wasnt.  The pause was for that oh, fuck!  voice you get in your head when you know, absolutely fucking know, that you are well and truly fucked, and the only way out isnt a way youre able or willing to take.  The pause was for the realization that while he still had the perfect public life, perfect wife, perfect kids, money, power, behind any closed doors where I was around, I owned his nigger ass and cock and balls, and I was going to use him whenever and wherever and however I fucking wanted.

And we both knew in that pause that my owning him was a delicate balancing act. Go too far and he would just walk away, leaving us as possible enemies bent on destroying the other out there in the so-called real world. But if I did it right, and I sure the fuck would, since there was more to come, I could use him and humiliate him...as hed used and humiliated my son, a point he undoubtedly understood...right up to, but not beyond, his breaking point.

He shrugged.  Got all nigger-speak.  Yeah, ol man here, he wanna fuck his skinny lil white prick up a real mans ass, while I be fuckin his great-grandsons whore cunt, sho! Aint gonna botha me none.

Compared to the nigger who just turned around, got back on the bed and slam fucked his cock balls deep into Bobbys waiting pussy, surprising a howl of pain out of the boy that all the men in the room actually enjoyed, old Earl wasnt big. But he was big enough. Big enough so that when he lubed his cock lightly, not to protect the nigger cunt, but to make it easier for him, got up behind Jerome, ordered the fucking nigger to hold his fucking ass still (which the nigger did, knowing he didnt have a choice), and then shoved that gnarly veined old dick just under eight inches deep into the niggers virgin bowels, the manly niggers gasp and groan as the pain sliced into him was as good as any babys virgin-busting scream.

No adjustment time either. Earl just started fucking the niggers new-made cunt, spewing obscenities about whites and niggers into Jeromes ears, eating into his mind, as Earls talented cock worked Jeromes darkie cunt walls and rubbed his prostate raw, until everyone in the fucking room knew that the niggers heavy breathing and moans had more to do with how his cunt was being ravaged than the mere fact of his own big dick being inside hot tight boy pussy.

And as the fucking got hotter and hotter, with me jacking right along, kneeling on the bed in front of Bobby, my knees spread wide so that Bobbys head was between them, down on the bed, I had a great view of the nigger meat punching in and out of his cunt. Earl gasped and grunted, told the fucking nigger he was going to breed his fucking nigger cunt with hot white cum so he better the fuck breed the boy. Which was my cue to grab the niggers head, raise up off my haunches and shove his black, fat-lipped nigger mouth down on my cock, right to my smelly pubes, so he got bred at both ends his very first time as a nigger pussy. He didnt bother fighting, just accepted being bred like a nigger ho, as Earl and I unloaded in both his cunts, and he spewed into Bobby, and Bobby finally howled his own dry cum.

Yeah, that was a good memory to warm me up for Timmys half-year birthday party.

The men surrounded the two little boys on the bed, as Bobby got started.

It was incredibly hot to watch the skill with which Bobby laid that tiny baby boy on his belly, slicked up his tiny cunt hole with spit, and then mounted the little kid.  Bobby clearly loved fucking his little brother and it got even more special when pop and Jerome and I took turns mounting Bobbys own well-fucked twat, making him writhe and scream in multiple dry cums as we each pounded his cunt hard. Alan would have loved to join in, but he wasnt much of a man, and less so after Jerome got hold of him, so I made him watch while we did what he couldnt...molest his baby boy. Without jacking off.

Pop decided to cum in Bobbys hole, to take the edge off, he told me, and when he did, bringing Bobby to another cum, which was pretty much automatic now whenever a man unloaded spooge in his shitter, I decided he had the right idea.  I loved fucking my grandsons hole when it was lubed with another mans cum, and after the past couple of weeks, his great-granddads scum.  I told Jerome to do the same. I dont think Bobby was aware that that was an order, not a suggestion. Out of the corner of my eye I saw an odd expression flash across Alans face. I suspected he was beginning to figure it out.

It didnt take me long to get my own edge-off cum.  All of us got off on cumming in cunts that were slimy with other mens cum and the kids pussy juices.

Bobby was kind of pissed when we were done with him and told him he had to leave, that the next round was just for men.  He was also stupid enough to snap back, Then how come youre letting daddy stay?

The slap he got from pop was enough to move his head, but it sounded worse than it was.  You earned the right to disrespect your daddy, boy?

I could see Bobby was tempted to make another smart remark, but the expression on pops face pretty much put paid to that.  He shook his head.

Well, you just fucking did, didnt you?

Y...yes, sir.

Then go get your cock cage.

But, pop....

And now you need to get your butt plug, too.

Bobby trudged away and while we waited the three of us played with Timmys getting-looser-every-day little cunt.  And his tits.  And his mouth.  Alan was almost drooling with lust, and pretty much in agony, since I hadnt allowed him to cum for two weeks.  When Bobby came back, pop made him put the cock cage on himself and checked to be sure it was snug.  He bent Bobby over and shoved the butt plug in hard, so fast and deep and that Bobby howled.  As much as he liked things up his cunt, and often, what pop did was punishment, not sex, and he had the hurting pussy walls to prove it.

Now, slut, pop said, youre gonna wear that cage and have that plug in your cunt for the next two weeks, except when you have to shit.

Two weeks? Bobby practically shouted.

Three.

Aw, for chrissake....

Four.  You dumb enough to keep on goin boy, until your cock is caged til your eighteenth fucking birthday?

N...no, sir.  Im sorry, sir.  I wont, well, Ill do my damnedest not to let it happen again.

Pop grabbed him by the chin, lifted his head, made the boy look right in his eyes.  He squeezed, and Bobby winced.  You mean that, Bobby?

Now see, Im pretty damned good at getting people to tell me the truth.  And since a large part of what I do is making lies sound like the truth and the truth sound like lies (depending on what my client needs) Im rarely wrong in determining whether someone is being truthful.  Pop, though, is the fucking expert.  Olympic gold.  I have no fucking idea how he does it, but as long as Ive known him, which is all my damned life, Ive never been able to lie to him, and no one else has either.  Like fags and their gaydar, pop has a built-in you-shitting-me? meter.

Bobby was a past master at being manipulative.  A slut like that almost has to be, given his almost insatiable desire for cock in his holes.  So when he quietly said yes, I had my doubts.

Pop didnt.  Okay, son.  Youre back to two weeks.  You fuck up in the next two weeks for any reason at all and itll be six weeks.

Bobby gulped.  His voice was very, very soft.  Yes, sir.

You have something to say to your daddy?

Bobby nodded, and turned toward Alan.  Im sorry, daddy.

Thats...well, it isnt okay, but thank you.

Bobby got off the bed, and trudged toward the door.  I let him get his hand on the knob before I told him to stop.  Two old men, two younger men, and a six-month-old nigger cunt boy. And a nine year old boy whore whose cock would be really in pain in its cage if he stayed around and had to participate but couldnt get off, couldnt even get all the way hard. I couldnt help but smile as Bobby realized what I was up to, well, at least with him at that moment, when I suggested (ordered) he stay around and eat out some man holes, starting with some nigger cunt.

A muscle twitched in Jeromes jaw, but he didnt say anything. Out in public, Jeromes path and mine rarely crossed, and when that happened we were both professionally polite, even if the path-crossing occurred the morning after hed been fucking one of my grandkids. In private, though, Id been jabbing him verbally since I made clear who was running the show, but hadnt pushed it. Until today. But Jerome likes Bobbys tongue up his shitter, so he leaned forward and Bobby got in behind him. The nigger couldnt help grunting when Bobby started working his tongue magic. While he did, I lubed my forefinger and eased it into tiny Timmys cunt.

It went right in. No muss, no fuss. Timmy was learning his place in life. A couple of strokes and the little whore-in-progress had his own stiffie.

I was so horned I was afraid I was going to cum without getting anywhere near Timmys mouth, but I kept control.

Alan whimpered when I told him he could take off his cage and fuck the babys mouth.  Pop and I stroked and watched how eager Timmy was when his so-called daddys dick, instantly hard, instantly leaking a steady stream of precum as soon as it was free of the cage, was presented to those eager baby lips.  Jerome was on all fours, his big nappy head down close to his baby boy, weight resting on his forearms, while Bobby licked and slobbered the nigger hole.  Cradling the boys head carefully with his left hand, Alan slowly fed as much of his puny cock into the boys mouth as the kid could take, and considering the size of Alans meat that was quite a lot even at his age.  He gently started pumping back and forth, groaning about how he was fucking a little nigger baby and then suddenly came, feeding the little one a fucking load that frothed and bubbled around the kids lips as he swallowed and swallowed.

I fucked Timmys little mouth next, with the fat nigger lips all puffed around my meat.  Not as gentle as Alan had been, but the boy was already accustomed to a little roughness.  When youre training a cunt to take a hard pounding, regardless of the kind of cunt, you have to take it in easy stages unless youre making a point with rape.  Alan fondled my balls while I fucked kiddy mouth and pop even stroked my back while he leaned in close to get a good look at how well his nigger great-grandson could suck cock.  Then it was my turn to spooge the little whores mouth, and when I pulled off the sight almost made me want to cum again.  The boys mouth was open wide, his thick lips all puffy and swollen, with thick white strands of man slime oozing down his face.

Pop didnt last much longer than me, although Id managed to hold off more than Alan had been able to, and when he was done I smiled at the nigger who was just barely managing not to moan at the ass eating he was getting from nine year old Bobby. I picked up naked, cummy Timmy and moved him over between Jeromes forearms.  I suggested (ordered, for those who could hear correctly) he suck some baby son cock and clean up his slimy little body. Damn but that nigger has a long fucking tongue.

Thats when I looked over the naked niggers back at Bobby and mouthed Fist the nigger.

The boys mouth dropped open in sheer shock, and then a look of glee came over his face. He grabbed the lube and used his left hand to smear his right hand up to and past the wrist. He started to put his hand down toward the nigger cunt, but I shook my head and mouthed, More.

Bobbys smile got even bigger. I knew hed fisted his mother once while Jerome was fucking her ass, and hed gotten in maybe half way up his forearm. Thats where he put the forefinger of his slimy left hand. I shook my head. He put his finger up to his elbow, and I nodded.

Enough.

For the moment.

He lathered up his arm quickly. There was just the tiniest gasp from Alan as he realized what Bobby was doing, what was about to happen.

Once baby Timmy was all cleaned up by his nigger daddys talented tongue, I said, Since youve got the biggest dick here, why dont you see how much nigger meat your baby ho can take in his mouth, and Bobbyll help you out by playin with your hole. Jerome was so focused on getting that fat daddy dick into his baby sons mouth that he only grunted when Bobby slid three greasy fingers into the niggers man cunt. Jerome got that kind of glazed look men do when their prostate is being worked over and theres a hot mouth wrapped around their dick. So fucking hot to see how his huge body loomed over the six month old slut. How big his hands were holding the boys head in place despite the kids struggles as he worked most of his knob end in and out of the mouth cunt.

I got off the bed, went to the nightstand, got the bottle of fresh poppers out, got back on and held the open bottle under his nose. He tried to avoid it, but with his dick in baby boy mouth, his pussy getting worked over, and my hand pretty much holding the back of his neck in place, he let me give him several long, long hits. He shuddered and as the drug took hold I nodded to Bobby.

He shoved his little hand right inside Jeromes nigger cunt. Fuck but that scream sounded good. Alan smiled a wicked smile, remembering how hed screamed when that nigger meat had punched into his virgin cunt and raped him. Jerome tried to get away from the fist his ass lips were clamped around, but pop and I grabbed him and held on tight.  The nigger was going nowhere.

He still might have struggled more, maybe even gotten away from the fist in his hole, because Jerome is, after all, a big motherfucker of a nigger. Four words stopped him.

No more kid cunt.

Hes a nigger, but not a dumb one. Id just reminded him what Id told him before. As long as he was hooked on boy pussy and girl pussy, as long as he wanted a chance to molest his own half breed son over and over again, I owned him. I nodded at pop, and we let him go. Up to the nigger. Submit to being fisted by a little white boy hed been molesting for years, submit to me...or do without. His shoulders slumped. Not a lot, but enough.

Not really enough, but he didnt know what else I had in mind.

Tell us what you want, nigger.

The little additional slump was more internal than physical but it was there.

I want Bobby to fist me.

Nigger, you can do fucking better than that.

A naked nigger on all fours with a nine-year-old white fist in his ass, a long soft dick since the fist-shock in his cunt had clearly killed the hardon, three white men around him, all erect and leaking, all enjoying his humiliation. He turned his head and glared at me, but we both knew it was for show.

And then in the same kind of nigger-speak that so many of his clients undoubtedly used, Jerome begged Bobby to fist fuck his nigger cunt.  I nodded. Bobby obliged...and shoved his white boy fist into that nigger man cunt deep and hard and fast. Just short of the boys elbow.  He held it there while Jerome got control of himself.  Fuck!  That howl when he got fisted so deep almost made me cum.

So many fucking firsts recently for the nigger.  First cock sucking with pop.  First man cock up his ass with pop.  And now his first, but definitely not last, fisting.  He still wasnt broken, though.  I had to give it to him.  He was a strong nigger buck.  In his own mind he probably just viewed all this, including the pain he was in right now, as proving what a stud he was, and how a manly man could trade off blowjobs and fucks for what was really important.  Kid cunt.

And he probably viewed the fact that I hadnt used his ass, just his mouth as evidence of my opinion of his ongoing manliness, his nigger stud status.

I smiled inside.  Poor nigger had no fucking idea.

Fist his nigger cunt hard, Bobby.  And nigger, get that cock hard and cum on my grandson.  Pop, you and the wimp can help out however the fuck you want.

I jacked and watched while Bobbys greasy, slimy, shiny forearm began punching in and out of the nigger man pussy.  Enjoyed the way Jeromes howls of pain, muffled as much as possible, gave way to the inevitable moans as his inner nut was worked over. Enjoyed as pop decided to fuck the niggers face, and wimpy Alan worked on the niggers thick, suddenly stiff titties, a little hurting payback that Jerome would probably make him suffer for later, but thats life.

But all good things come to an end.  Pop yelled out to tell the nigger to swallow his fucking cum, and Bobby was clearly getting tired though he was fisting the niggers cunt past his elbow now, almost as fast as a Maserati on the autobahn and then Jerome was grunting and moaning helplessly as Alan and I, the only ones close down to the bed and the babys tiny body and close enough to see, watched, breathless, as our nigger erupted fucking huge blasts of man slime, over and over and over, coating the whore boys tits and belly and nigglet prick with thick seed.

Then it was my turn. I was going to just do what I had done so often, just hold my cock head against his pussy lips and jack off until I came. I smeared the nigger cum over my baby grandsons body; picked some up on two fingers and shoved the fingers into the boys mouth, making him gasp and gag. That turned me on even more, so I slimed up those fingers again and shoved them in the kids cunt. Another howl as his pussy got greased with his nigger daddys seed.

I pulled him over, his plump legs up, spread, as I gripped him hard around his fat little thighs, felt more than saw the other men hard again, jacking, watching, nudged the head of my cock against his slimy cunt lips. And then I justfucking shoved! Pushed my mean as fuck grampa hips forward, and pulled my nigger cum baby whore back, and my knob end punched into his six month old kiddie cunt!

He screamed.

The men and boy slut around me gasped, instinctively leaned in for a better look.  My baby grandsons pussy lips had snapped tight just below the head of my cock. No shaft inside his hole, but that would happen, and far sooner now than Id ever thought. No going back for the little whore. 

I knew I wasnt going to last long. Bobby, jack me hard and fast! I commanded.

Bobbys arm snaked in, greasy and slimy with lube and the nigger bucks pussy juices. His hand clamped around my shaft, and he started a fast back and forth movement in the small space, his slender forefinger and thumb slamming against the plump butt cheeks of little Timmy. I was right. Within seconds I was pumping a huge load of grandfather spooge into the cunt of my six month old nigger grandson as he wailed through his first-ever fuck.

When I was through I opened my eyes and looked at the renewed hardons around me. At the expressions which eagerly said, Me next?

But Im a controlling bastard and I wouldnt let them...yet...have the babys no longer virgin bottom. They had to make do with jacking off again, except for Bobby with his caged cock, and as pop and Alan and Jerome slimed the nigger hos plump body all over again, I used two fingers and then three to fuck his little cunt. Then I enjoyed his howl again when I repeated my fuck of his tiny boy pussy. Only with just a little bit of grampa dick shaft as well.

When I was done, I let Bobby eat my cum out of Timmys raw cunt, and after caging Alans cock, left him the task of cleaning the baby up. But first, though, Id built up a wicked need to piss and used Alan as my urinal. And then I was gracious enough to let pop and the nigger do the same. He swallowed every drop and from his expression I knew being used as a toilet turned him on, and that he desperately wanted to get hard, despite his recent cums. Too fucking bad.

Remember, I told pop, and the nigger and Bobby as I ushered them out of the room, this little niggers whore kid pussy is mine. You keep your fucking hands, cocks, and everything else off the cum dump unless I tell you its okay. And youd better not do anything behind my back, or you will seriously regret it.

I was in my full-on lawyer mode, naked, sweaty, cummy, pissy as I was. The mode where the other side knows I have a royal flush and they dont even have a pair of twos. Dont fuck with me, boys.

Pop and the nigger grimaced at the Joan Crawford quote, with little Bobby wondering what that was all about.  But they all nodded.

I headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Wondered whether I could get hard again for another round with baby Timmy. Hard enough to rough fuck his little cunt again. Maybe get some more of my meat inside.  Looked down at my stiffening-up grampa dick.  Grinned. Fuck, yeah.

