Gramps Moves In

By

Earl de Vere

 

Mom convinced me and my wife, Anna, to let Gramps, Mom's father, move in with us.  I was later told that she had a much harder time convincing him to move in with us. He loved living alone. It was a good deal for us, because he paid the rent and utilities in exchange for a roof over his head and food on the table. But he also wound up doing most of the cooking and cleaning and the taking care of our 7-year-old daughter, Electra.  Gramps had some quirks we had to tolerate. His room was his domain, where he was always naked. He wore a robe with no underwear around the house. We were not barred from entering his room. We were welcomed in his little domain as long as we accepted his nudity.

Mom and Dad and Anna are always on my case to get a job. I try, but never seem to get past the first interview, when I'm lucky enough to get an interview. The few jobs that I've had never lasted very long. I seem to have personality clashes with bosses. Anna worked as a motel maid from 8 AM till noon and was a waitress at the motel coffee shop from noon until 3PM. Or that's what she did until Gramps took us out to dine at a few expensive restaurants, and told Anna to watch the waitresses and learn what they do. 

My wife isn't the brightest person you'll ever meet. In fact, she's just a dumb blonde - a space cadet. God gave her big boobs and a little brain, but I didn't marry her for her brains. I married her because I knocked her up when I was 18 and she was 14, and had the choice between marriage and prison. But Gramps didn't treat her like she was dumb. He talked to her like she was as intelligent as him, which is weird, because Mom and Dad say that he has a genius IQ, and that's why he's so weird. They say that there's a fine line between genius and insanity, and he sometimes slips over the line. Anyway, she starts cleaning up her act. She looked sexy again, like she did when I first fucked her.

Gramps told her that she was pretty and funny and lovable, and said that she would make big time tips at a real restaurant. The next thing I know, she's bringing home more money than we ever had before. The first night that she came home from work, she pulled a huge wad of bills out of her purse and flung it in the air, scattering the money all over the living room. I was down on my knees, picking up the money and counting it when I noticed Anna hugging and kissing Gramps, and thanking him, like the job was the greatest gift on earth. I couldn't tell for sure, but, for a minute I thought that he was holding her ass cheeks. She kissed him on the mouth, and I thought I saw some tongue action. But Mom had warned Anna that Gramps was a hugger and kisser. I started watching them more closely.

She started getting flirtier with Gramps, who had always flirted with her. But he's always flirted with every female he's ever met for as long as I can remember. I mean, it's totally and disgustingly obscene the way he flirts with Mom - his own fucking daughter - for Christ's sake. I expected him to flirt with my wife. That was no surprise. Anna blushed and ducked her head a lot at first, but she didn't complain, and Mom said that Anna was really enjoying the attention, you know, like I never paid any attention to my own wife.  What surprised me was how quickly Anna started flirting back. Then she started teasing him, like with sexy poses and wiggling her ass at him sometimes. Once, I heard her say, "Wanna pet my pussy, Gramps?"

I rushed into the living room to see him only petting a kitten that was curled up between her thighs. Anna saw my expression, and cracked up. "Oh, Gramps, you should have seen the look on Carl's face!" and they laughed at me, saying that I had a dirty mind. Later, I saw him pat her on the ass. Did she slap the shit out of the horny old fart? No! She gives him a saucy over-the-shoulder look and winks at him. Both of them knew that I saw, but acted like it was no big deal. What could I do. If I kick the bastard out of the house, we'll have to pay the rent and utilities, and couldn't afford to go out and party with our friends. With Gramps there, we don't have to pay a babysitter, but that meant that we had to entrust our little girl to a known dirty old man who calls her "Foxy and a "Sex Pot," and lets her dress like a slutty rock star.  

I've told them that I don't think that a 7-year-old girl should be wearing those clothes in public places, especially at school, but Gramps and Anna said that there was nothing wrong with the way she dressed. I mean, she even got sent home from school once. Did they learn their lesson? No! Gramps raised hell and proved that Electra never violated the dress code. I mean, he took our daughter to the school board meeting, dressed like a little fucking whore. Gramps read the dress code aloud, and pointed out that her attire was within the written guidelines. In less than five minutes, Mr. Martin, the superintendent, and all of the school board members were apologizing to Electra.  The superintendent personally apologized to her after the meeting adjourned. 

The meeting had been so long and boring, that I had dozed off. When I awoke, Mr. Martin was squatting in front of Electra, who was standing between his legs, with her arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek. "She's an unusually affectionate child," Gramps said. "And very precocious, as you may have noticed."  For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw Electra grinding her crotch against the superintendent's groin. 

I started hanging around the house more to see him with Electra. Since the day he moved in, I spent a lot of time out looking for a job during the day. When I stayed in the house, Gramps would try to help me in my quest for gainful employment. He helps me write resumes. He gives me pointers and suggestions and recommendations. At least once a day, he e-mails links to job openings. You gotta relax once in a while, you know. You can't spend all of your time looking for a god damned job. I sometimes visit with friends and play games at the gaming store.  But I started spending a little more time at home.  Electra loves Gramps, and has ever since her second birthday party, which was the first time she ever saw him. She was always thrilled to hear that he was coming to visit.

Electra and Gramps had two or three regular TV shows they would watch together, with her sitting on his lap and wiggling around. The first time I saw it, I couldn't believe my eyes. Once, he got up to get some soft drinks out of the refrigerator. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he had a hard-on. His robe tented out obscenely. When he returned, the tent was gone, and I breathed a sigh of relief until I realized that the robe's belt was holding his enormous cock against his belly. He sat, and she jumped into his lap, and sat with her back to him. She rested her back against Gramps' erection, and moved like she was scratching her back against a doorframe. Anna was there and witnessed the whole thing, but showed absolutely no concern. Then, right after Anna left for work, he said, "Hey, Sex Pot, go bug your daddy for a while. I need to do some writing." He went to his room, closed the door, and cranked up his stereo, playing 1970s Rock `n' Roll.

Electra sat in my lap and wiggled her butt around. I'll admit that watching them had given me one hell of a boner, and Electra's ass felt really good. She squirmed until my bulge nestled in her panty covered ass crack. God, it felt wonderful. I had to get up, go to the bathroom and jack off.  I took my pre-cum soaked jockey shorts off and dumped them in the clothes hamper. I then let my shorts hold my still hard cock against my belly. 

"Here," Electra said. "Get in Grampses lounger."
I did as I was told. I sat and leaned back. I was shocked when the back suddenly fell all of the way back. Usually, you have to wrestle the bastards to get them to recline. Before I recovered from the unexpected drop, Electra was on top of me, giggling. "Surprise!" she laughed. "You didn't expect that. Did you?"

"No...no, I didn't" I said, then gasped when I realized that she was straddling me, her little panty-clad crotch riding my denim covered cock, which exploded in my shorts. Cum wicked up through the fabric, making a huge wet spot that covered the entire front of my shorts. I rushed to the bathroom just as Gramps walked out and looked pointedly at my crotch.

"The little minx has the same affect on me," he chuckled.

After I finished cleaning up and changing clothes I went out to discover that Electra was gone. Was she in Gramps' room with him being totally naked with a humongous hard-on rubbing against my daughter's cunt? I couldn't stop myself. I snatched his door open and stepped in. He sat his workstation with his right hand on the keyboard and his left hand wrapped around his cock.

"Electra's gone next door to play with Tim," he said, getting up, grabbing his coffee mug, and walking to his coffee bar, while gently caressing his cock with his left hand. Gramps refilled his mug, turned around and leaned with his butt against the counter. He looked at me, smiling, sipping coffee and stroking his cock in silence, before saying softly. "How may I help you?"

"I was just looking for Electra."

"I don't mind you not knocking if you don't mind watching an old fart play with his dick," He said casually. "I retired from the newspaper business. Now, I write for the pure fun of it. This is the way I write. I jack off while visualizing various sensual scenarios. Then jack off at least once while writing the scene, and maybe again while proof reading." Gramps could get weird, even without the help of pot, magic mushrooms or peyote. He returned to his workstation, sat, stared at the monitor, sipped coffee and stroked his enormous cock. It was like I was in a hypnotic trance. I couldn't take my eyes away from his hand, sliding slowly up and down the 10 inch shaft. He swiveled in the chair until he was directly facing me. "I love being watched and I love watching," He said pleasantly, as though we were having a perfectly normal conversation. "Would you like to join me? It's been a long time since I've had a jack-off buddy."

"No!" I said, snapping out of my trance. "Maybe some other time." Why in hell did I say that?

"I look forward to 'Some other time.' Whenever your ready, I'll be ready."


I backed out and closed the door. I did want to stay and get naked and jack off with my grandfather, and he knew that I wanted it. I could tell by the way he looked at me. But that would be way too gay for me. I left the house and drove around for a couple of hours before deciding to visit Mom to see if she would lend me a few bucks. I never knock. It's my home. It will always be my home.

"Oh God, Daddy, fuck me!" Mom moaned as I walked into the living room and saw her straddling Gramps and rode his cock, which disappeared and reappeared as Mom's ass bounced up and down. Gramps saw me and grinned. Mom's head swiveled around and her mouth dropped open when she saw me standing there in a state of shock. She stood and spun around, facing me and attempting to cover her crotch with her right hand, and her breasts with  her left hand and forearm. "Oh, Carl, I...uh...I..."

Gramps remained on his back on the floor, chuckling and stroking his sopping wet cock.  "He caught us, Babe. He saw us fucking and there's nothing you can possibly say or do that will change that fact."

She turned and stared at Gramps. "Daddy!?!"

"If Carl had come in five or ten seconds later, he would have witnessed a magnificent mutual orgasm. I was close, and I know you were about to cum. Your cunt was quivering around my cock like it was plugged into a 220 volt outlet."

"Daddy!"

"Come on, Babe, you know that you want it. Having your son watch will only make it hotter."

Mom was breathing harder. She looked at me, then at gramps, then back at me. Her eyes brightened, and in a husky whisper, she said, "Your grandfather is the best fuck I have ever experienced." She impaled her cunt on his cock and resumed fucking with even more enthusiasm.

"You can jack off," Gramps said.

"Yes!" Mom rasped. "Stand over here, where I can see you."

Without thinking, I did as I was told. Un-fucking-real. I was standing in the middle of our living room, masturbating and watching my grandfather fuck my mother - his own daughter.

She came. He Came. I came. Boom-boom-boom.

Gramps rolled Mom over onto her back and ate her pussy, lapping up his own cum.

"Eat me, Daddy. Lick your cum out of my cunt. Oh, yess. I've missed this so much. I've missed your big cock and having you eat me after fucking me. Carlos won't eat me after he fucks me."

Carlos is my father. Carlos Bobadilla. Actually, Carlos Bobadilla III. I'm Carlos Bobadilla IV.

"Honey," Gramps said. "You know how much I love eating freshly-fucked cum-filled cunt. It would be incredibly erotic to lick my grandson's semen out of my daughter's pussy."

Mom made a gasping-whimpering sound. I thought that I was going to cum again.

Gramps gave Mom another orgasm. Put on his shorts, shirt and sandals, and left, saying, "Carl is a wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am fucker. He desperately needs love-making lessons. I'll leave you two alone to sort things out."

My father was away, supervising some sort of construction project that he had helped design, and wouldn't return for at least a week. Mom spent that night, the next day and the next night teaching me how to pleasure a woman. I fucked my mother's cunt, mouth and ass in every possible position.I sucked her titties and ate her pussy, following her instructions the whole time. She taught me that there was a lot more to eating pussy than just licking and tongue-fucking. She taught me the importance of foreplay, and how to make it last until I could restrain myself any longer. I learned how to postpone orgasms. By the time we showered and dressed to go back to my house, I was no longer a wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am fucker. I was an experienced lover with a whole new respect for the human body and sensuality.

I returned home the morning after the lessons, but Anna wasn't in our bedroom. I heard the sounds of passion coming from Gramps' room. His door was wide open. The old bastard was fucking my wife. 

"What the hell?" I snapped, barging into the room.

"What the hell do you mean, what the hell?" Anna retorted. "If it's okay for you to fuck your mother, then it's okay for me to fuck your grandfather."

I took a step closer to them, trying to look as menacing as possible. I'm at least three inches taller, 60 pounds heavier, 40 years younger, and a lot stronger than Gramps, but he just smiled at me. He wasn't afraid. Hell, he wasn't even nervous. He was lying there completely naked, smiling. But there was something in his eyes that I had never seen before. He sized me up, and knew without a doubt that he could take me. I had never been in a real fist fight, and I had heard that he had been quite a brawler in his younger days.

"Relax, Carl, Your mother's giving you long overdue love-making lessons, and I'm taking care of Anna's education," he said. "Believe me, kid, your sex life is about to get much better than you ever imagined."

"Mommy. Gramps. I'm home!" Electra shouted as the front door banged open.

Anna and Gramps slipped their robes on and rushed out to meet her. She launched herself into Gramps' arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His hands cupped her butt under her skirt.

"It feels like someone forgot to put her panties on this morning," he said.

"Did not!" Electra retorted.

"It certainly feels like a bare ass under here," he chuckled.

Anna raised the skirt, and we saw Gramps' hands fondling our 7-year-old daughter's bare buttocks with two fingers touching her pussy.

"I didn't forget to put panties on," she giggled, wiggling her butt against her great grandfather's hands. "I don't want to wear panties."

"Well, I can understand that," he laughed. "I don't want to wear underwear either."

"Me neither," Anna giggled, dropping Electra's skirt hem and quickly opening and closing her robe and closing, flashing her daughter.

Electra gyrated her ass against Gramps' hands, obviously enjoying the molestation. 

I was about to object when Gramps handed her to me, saying, "Hold her while I cook breakfast."

Electra hugged me and wiggled her butt, which naturally seated itself in my hands. God, her little ass felt so good. I gently kneaded her buttocks and she purred like a kitten being petted. My middle right finger touched her puffy little pussy mound, and I felt her move against it. I rubbed her pussy and she smiled and wiggled some more. My finger traced her little slit. Again, there was an encouraging reaction. The finger slowly slid into the slit until it found the the hole. I inserted to the first knuckle and she began to discretely grind against my hand. purring and giggling. My finger moved rhythmically in and out, and her movements met mine. I plunged my finger deeper, and she screamed.

"Oow! Dad-dy! That hurt!"

Anna snatched Electra away from me and demanded, "What did you do?"

Electra whined, "Daddy popped my cherry!"

"It hurts, Gramps. It stings," She whimpered. "Kiss it and make it feel better."

My grandfather laid my 7-year-old daughter on the kitchen table and performed cunnilingus while my wife stroked Electra's hair and made soothing sounds, "It's going to be all right, Baby. Gramps will make it feel all better."

From the way Electra acted, I was certain that it wasn't the first time that my grandfather ate my daughters pussy. I knew exactly what he was doing to my little girl's pussy. He was doing what Mom taught me to do to her pussy. After having two intense orgasms and nearly passing out, Electra reovered, and went out to play, still wearing the shirt, skirt and no panties.

I was still in a daze, and hornier than hell when Mom arrived. "Can I fuck you, Mom?" I asked.

"Not today, Son," she said. "Anna, Electra and I are going to spend the weekend with Anna's mother in Houston." And soon, they were gone.

Gramps went to his room and cranked up the music. He didn't close the door. For the rest of the day and that night, I resisted the urge to go into his room and be his jack off buddy. But, by late morning the following day, my horniness overcame my inhibitions, and I entered his room. 

I looked at the monitor and saw a page full of text under the title: "The First Time My Daughter Sucked My Cock."

"It's just the working title." Gramps said. "It's a work in progress - the first rough draft of the first chapter."

"How many times do you write a chapter?" I asked.

"I have no idea how many times I've written and re-written and re-re-written several different first chapters of my first unfinished novel over the past 30 years."

I wasn't really listening to him. I was reading the story on the screen as he slowly scrolled down, deleting and adding words and phrases. The scrolling stopped when the text became very hot, as the little seven-year-old wrapped both tiny hands around her father's hard throbbing, pre-cum coated cock, and energetically jacked him off while emitting squeals of delight.

I squirmed in my chair, trying to release the pressure on my erection.

"Feel free to join me, Carl," Gramps said, stroking his cock. faster. 

"Wow!" I said.

"I'll bet your cock is really suffering right now," he said.

Suddenly, the restrictive pain was unbearable, and I quickly freed my dick and rubbed it. I resumed reading while stroking my cock, and realized that I was reading about my mother when she was a child.

I shot a look at Gramps and he laughed. "What color is the little girl's hair? Is she slender? Plump? Fat? You don't know, because I rarely use physical description. I want my readers see whoever they want to see in the scene. You see whoever you want to see."

Did I really want to see my mother as a little girl, jacking off my grandfather as a young man? I reread the scene, forcing Mom out of my mind, and seeing my little girl  with my cock in her hands.

Gramps was now jacking off in earnest and I joined him. "God, I've missed having a jack-off buddy."

He jacked off, watching me jack off, watching me watching him jacking off. We were sitting in chairs, facing each other, practically knee-to-knee. I came on myself, and Gramps came on me. 

"That was fun," he said. "We'll be doing this often. Jacking off on each other - jacking each other off."

I wanted to say, `No !' but said, "Yeah!" with a lot more enthusiasm than intended.

"I knew that you would like the idea of us masturbating each other as much as I do." He stood, with his semi-turgid cock about two feet away from my face. "Go ahead," he said. "You can feel it and hold it. You know that you want to, and you know that I know that you want to play with my cock."

It was like I had no self-control. His voice wasn't commanding. It was soft and warm and inviting It was like the sane me was curled up in a fetal position at the back of my head, and helplessly watching events unfold through my eyes. I watched my hand reach out and grasp the cock, and stroke it. It moved closer and closer to my face. 

Gramps' hands caressed my head as he said, "Suck it, Carl. Suck my cock."

His cock was in my mouth and I sucked. It seemed like the natural thing to do.

"You're very good, Boy," Gramps sighed. "A natural born cocksucker, just like your mother."

I knew that I should object to being called a cocksucker, but the word somehow didn't seem so degrading when he said it. In fact, being called a cocksucker excited me, and I sucked more enthusiastically.

I heard girlish giggling, and turned to see Electra, Anna and Mom standing in the doorway. It turned out that my father-in-law gave my mother-in-law a surprise cruise for her birthday, so Mom, Anna and Electra came back home.

"Daddy's a cocksucker!" Electra squealed in delight, as Gramps pumped cum all over my face.

"Honey," Gramps said to my mother, "I do believe that your son inherited your talent for fellatio."

"Fell..a..what?" my daughter asked.

"Cock sucking," Gramps said. "Your father, your grandmother, your great grandmother, and your great-great grandmother are all wonderful fellationists - cocksuckers - and I'm certain that you will be also."


"I wish I could have watched from the beginning," my wife sighed.

"Me too!" my daughter giggled.

"You're in luck, Ladies," Gramps said, going to his keyboard. "We have video."

The video started and I saw myself enter the room. It was almost an out-of-body experience, watching myself and watching my mother, wife and daughter watching the video me. Then Gramps knelt before me, took my throbbing cock into his mouth and sucked me off. Soon, Mom, Anna and Electra were in a lesbian menage a trois. My cock erupted violently into my grandfather's mouth and he expertly swallowed it all.

Life is good. 